--(Verse 1 -- Rupsherd)---
---Get blasted, mass tatted and drag ashes. Titty slap and smash $$#es, just get frantic. Middle finger to the clean cut, crack hacks. Mad cuz I'm the man who stack cash and snap grass.---Like nobody want it, don't get it, they say I'm bull%#@!. Everybody hatin' like 'Sherd he don't really pull spit. Look (*##$ I'm full 'quipped with bold lick. (I'm cold sick) .Stabbin' all these fakers with five miles of old dick.---Yeah, single singin', I'm nit pickin' and !@$% lickin'. Won't stop %#@! kickin', I'm winnin',this hit stickin. So seductive, I pull levers and pole vault. Right over opponents who think they doper than sold rock.--Well who's got, the news hopped, and Goose stocked. #~!!@ knockin and kush to hook a new flock. On the facade my shock hop Been called Bach, turnin back the clock, and yah'll stalkin me like the big @@#!ed, jock.---I'm a woo when I talk. Never loose what I got. Get the clue (*##$ I'm hot. So get screwed with this squawk, PA my crew and we the crop. Make do with the knocks. And what we brew got you docked. On this cruise to this spot. And now stranded on the lot...searchin for the exits, but there's not...maybe think before you act doc...Hit it up B...