Verse 1 (Mellow Marc):
I'm not nice like I'm Michael Myers
I'ma fuck you up with a pair of pliers
This shit ain't good so you better stop it
Throw it in the dump and fuckin' stomp it
Album sucks, like a bitch
No weight at all, like a stick
You can't get on it, like you tryna hitch
I've shown you what I've got like I'm Rick
I'm trash, I'm a piece of shit, I need cash (need cash)
No food to eat so I ate the beat three times a day and passed (and passed)
I'm the type of kid with no gas (no gas)
You the type of kid who's gassed (who's gassed)
You better sit, stop acting neat, 'cause life ain't sweet and that's facts (bitch)
Verse 2 (Aud):
Now skip this track, won' flip these back (what?)
Nobody wanna hear about Disney raps (okay)
I'm a freak on the record like a Ripley act (yeah)
You better see them stats, before you see me spazz (now)
Better give a fuck, aphrodisiac (damn)
I don't feel the support from all of you fags
Or else motherfuckers don't give me daps
Go lift these bags, start listening fam now
Bow down, break it down, spit flames like Dhalsim (Dhalsim)
Mix it up like Holcim (yeah)
Bruh we stone cold like Austin
Combo like Malone and Stockton, hoopin' in the garden (what?)
Triple-double like I'm Harden
Just playing possum and you thought that we lost it
But we awesome, our statues that we carvin'
Fuck your support bro, we still starving cuuuuz..
Verse 3 (Fusr):
Fuck this shit! I need a break, to stop on things I cannot make
Like rap on stage then getting paid, the chains I wore on sway was fake!
Got bad bars and a wack flow, but some people still hear me out
I'm a young kid and I act old, don’t care what you say I'm smiling now
Man, fuck what you think of me, fuck you if you think there’s an inner me
One, two, three, four rapper enemies.. mm.. mm.. DS are you feeling me?
So you... supporting local music, I don’t really care about it
You could kill yourself or something I don’t give a fuck about you
But wait... I think that I am the greatest, I just do not think that I am the best
I just do nothing, they’re banging their heads
I am confused, I do not understand
Man I should stop all the bullshit, the rapping
The things that I want, now I'm making an action
I'm throwing the garbage, now rap ain't my passion
I'll run away home and I'm changing my fashion
So hate all you want now you got what you askin' for
Verse 4 (Contemplate):
Never listen to us
We just all locals
We should stop believing
We don't have achievements
We'll keep fighting our demons
Morning to evening leaning
Through our mistakes we learning
Yeah I know God that we learning (woo!)
All the motherfucking people out here
Saying our songs make no sense, fuck that shit (fuck that shit)
We've been the realest
We've been in the jungle full of gorillas
We're all hungry like a pack of hyenas
But honestly you don't sing our songs cause we're some "trash" rappers, yeah, skip this track
