[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Chewbacca!

Duece-duece, Papa now rocking your shoes proper
True shotta, ^!$$% you noose [knows] nada
My three vs. your four, who crew's hotter?

Random!
Everbody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners

Why you do that, rapper? $#&@ing new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I do smack rappers
Sean the Barbarian

Deadly dose of the dope %#@!, black tar !@(%e
The best out, bar-for-bar, Paw
His god given talent scream "Al hum du'Allah"

You got no skills (skills) you got no talent (talent)
You're %#@! no frills and your (*##$ toss salad
^!$$%s rap albums sound like love letters

Pen in my hand like 'Damn, fam, I can do much better'

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

I write classics, you can't hack it
You know what it is, in the room with the floor covered in plastic
Passive, never got a street-cat pay so I'm active

Stay back, I keep that blade
'Hi, hater'
I'll carve a smile right next to your frown like "Laugh Now, Cry Later"

Potato on the barrel french-fry ten guys
For major violations, call it annihilation
Your tough talk, I don't get it

You wouldn't fight a ticket, so why recite a lyric?
Especially when lyrics get a rifle at your fitted
I'm sure the buck so, tell Pac "What up though?"

My fours better be real
You wanna be tough? Alright, you'll forever be steel
Still, I get nicer yet out-ice ya'

And rhyme with the force of a Jedi cyhper

[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]

Marcberg, baby fire it off
Split your cabbage, (*##$ $$# rappers spit garish
Live lavish, Mac-10's under big jackets

Hit me a pass, flip that mattress
Remember the patterns, the five stay dipping in traffic
Parle stiff in the cabin

With axes, dismember a !@$)got
Limbs is scattered and littered with maggots
Splashed with gas, we lit up matches

That's for acting real tepid and passive
Ya'll asking to give out passes
I pull up, get out Astons

But, never without ratchets
Bustas feel our wrath and
Butlers will fill our glasses

Brothers ain't up in our bracket
Slugs from the gattlin' spin out rappin'
Flip the casket, lyrics is crafted

Hit them with the plastic and then I'll pass it