(Intro)
(Verse 1: Adrug)
See Food Im eating it there; handle beef early
That it get past medium rare
Kabob your mob, ya b**hes is chicken Shawarma
Live stocked like a farmer, Alpaca Llama
D-O-Ent, we off the meat; blog, but talk is cheap
Computer thugs forced to quit. Control. Alt. Delete
Ain't hard, tweaking, you're higher than Cheech Marin
Geek f*ggit ain't banging between tweeting and chatting
My name stay ringing, f** what your men say
You're in the middle of the week; you're Wednesday
While my sk** level elevating, lyrical entertainment
Flow like mom catching you pissing in the sink; Can't explain it
Creating mayhem from dawn till dusk, back to the A.M
If I can't kick the door down Trey Credits gone' find a way in
But u playing with d**, that ain't safe for your health
Eminem in 8 Mile, n***a, you playing yourself
(Verse 2: 3 Credits)
If you claim to be a boss, how much you make an hour
Yo, you power tripping; I'll cut off your power
Have a power outage through your brains hallway
Call me Credits a.k.a. All-Day
Mr. Always, believe in
The right to bear arms; Matt Forte
Acting like seasoned vets, there's only one problem
(What's that?) We know ya'll ain't seasoned yet
Like a crystal ball, that's crystal clear
Acquire the sk**s; perspire to perceiver
Capoeira style, only the strong surviving
(If you sick and tired like I am then keep firing)
Not trying to be the best, just better than you
Better than dudes, maybe better than two
And I'm talking bout the number, not the number of people
Looking through the peep whole, it's something like a freak show
Robotic moves really got me in the Matrix
So I talk my sh** till my words get wasted
And everybody knows the game needs a facelift
Matter fact, call me the Surgeon; I get the working
(“Get the working” repeat 12x)
Yea
Outro