(Do Master Verse 1)
First off everybody claims they used to skate, You couldn't even flip %#@! with a poop scooper for goodness sakes, You more square then wooden crates more fake then plastic bait, Never stop until I get the point across like prison shanks, I'm the redemption of shawshank, And you %#@!ty like the only destination to fate, You need to coagulate you wetter then the kitchen sink, B boys with bad taste like the dank in !@$#s, On my meat twerkin call that steak n' shake, Rap will never be the same, Esoteric mind state, Got a better chance of skatein the streets without a cop chase, Like Mob Deep I'm puttin !@$)get mc's in they place, Dissipate the race an con$#&@ulate the whole game, Literally, Lifes a (*##$ in need of a hysterectomy, Annihilatin all you #~!!@ mutha'$#&@in wanna be's, Ghetto boys mentality my minds playin tricks on me, Hiding from the truth in the booth you ^!$$%'s goin baloney, $#&@ ham take a pic of my dick in the throne g, The truth is all there is word to Róisín Murphy, Genocide of you phoneys but simultaneously bringen world peace homie, Xany's in the toilet let me put this %#@! to sleep, No religion I'm my own g-o-d, Brodie!
(Hook)

Just because you up at the bar you ain't hard, Big jewels and fast cars don't make you hard, Sucka for anything green, Blocka blocka to a sucka mc frontin hard like your clutch is stuck on D, No sympathy, No sympathy, Na-na-na-no sympathy for a half fake entity, Put reality across the mutha'$#&@in line of symmetry, No sympathy, No sympathy, No sympathy for anybody
(Spida Verse 2)
Check how I bless ya system with the rhythm, Soon as i grab the mic n' recite the words out my mind, I compound the sounds that enter my eardrum so you can hear what I'm thinken, Check out the pinky ring sike no need for that, Check I hang with my peoples an we be smokin the blacks, Puttin out music for yall to hear upon this wax an let it slide like skate butta, word to mutha, I gotta look out for one another, We all brothers under the same sun no matter skin color, I gotta keep it real with my people these ^!$$%'s is slippen on banana peals, Comedy, Cartoons with no sequel, I gotta look out for the evil with poeple in front of the risein's, When they see green in front of they eyelids, Blinded, I gotta stay one of the wisest.

(Hook)
(Verse 3 Duet)
Do what I gotta do, To feel the real I used to feel, These mc's have a deal, But all they do is steal our time, With them watered down rhymes, These ^!$$%'s need some dental paste, Cuz what comin out they mouth sure do stink, I just blow up like landmines, Trip out ya mind, Boom biddy bye bye!

(Hook+Passion)