^!$$% we slap. We thump. Straight laced. Bang bass in the back of the trunk
So clap. And Jump. We slap, thum, clap, jump


Im back at it again. You know i grab a pen like crack habits and binge, this is rap addicts' revenge.
My name is in the wind like crap outta depends so i go and %#@! again, its on, call it revenge.
Dont gotta ask, im a topaz, gotta shine, A jotted line will murk ya whole class Columbine

I sat in class as my dope $$# thought of rhymes. I gotta shine, I'll see the cash and the dollar signs.
Remember kicking flows, at the lunch table. Killin it with those, chicken hoes actin unstable.
Im the one, they know. I give em game and they come stay for the whole weekend witta ^!$$%.

Speaking of a ^!$$%, im the %#@!. They love me so much mouth open when i spit
But i aint mean it like that, why u seen it like that? Ima bring it right back
Them ^!$$%s when they spit is codeine and im crack


(Chorus)


Smoke a blunt with me. Toke it once for me. Open up and soak your lungs baby
Thats what i spoke amongst the nuns and me. They wanna lock me up and throw the dungeon key
I gotta simmer down. Often thinking if my time wasnt then, its now.

Dropping ink inside the lines till my pen is out. I know its been a while. But yo
Gimmie bass and ima body it if it slap. And u can get a taste, kick ya face, karate kid, its a wrap.
No need for everybody to clap. Having dreams that ima be declared the Godling of rap.

But you can watch and !@#^yze the story. ^!$$% im hot. I gotta stand and rise to glory
So i $$#ume you gon keep your ears glued, Genesis coming soon to a speaker near you