[Verse 1: DJ Trizzy]
Yeah
Never mind acid rap this is for crackheads
By the time this beat is done you'll be past dead
Holy Vans and loose fitted khakis
We beat the beat up like the LAPD with black peeps
We past creeps, got mad steez in white tees
From streets you never heard of, we murda with ink
Our raps penetrate, the flow is never late
Like a high school teen two weeks late after her prom date
We're busting at ya like a gangsta do
Still the only white boy you ever seen with a crew
Believe that it's true, because we k**ing you
New Prophets homie we staying true
Waking up to Kush & Orange Juice
[Verse 2: Aaron Phillips]
Tip your hat to the DJ
Rewind this verse like I'm on Action Replay
Let the haters say what they're gonna say
Cause I'll be up in this booth to rhyme like every other day
I'm way too cool, make the girls in the front ask "What you do?"
My name is Aaron Phillips, don't forget it fool
I am an ocean, you are a swimming pool
Unh, better watch where you're walking
Cause it's be you be stepping in, that's right, I'm the crap
And you're just some washed up fool... That can't even rap...
My name's on every guest list
Me and my crew go hard like we're the bestest
Gimme an A cause you can't test this
I'm done speaking, y'all know what the rest is
[Verse 3: Calvin Ramsey]
Woke up today and decided I was weird
Grow a little 'stache but I can't grow a beard
And I ain't got a girl but I don't really care
They're probably grossed out by my greasy hair
Well that's okay, that's alright, got a skateboard
And it probably don't help that I work at a store
Working day and night, not so bright
And I'm really skinny
Slipping through the cracks (?)
Broke as hell, just as well
If I'm going anywhere in life I'm getting hell
But I'm just trying to be happy, stay sane
Anyway, knowing all the girls be looking at me cause I'm so lame
So lame, I'm so lame, so lame
Unh, UNH, UNHHH, AHHHHH!