[Verse: Chavis Chandler]
What up doe? How are you?
Good evening motherf**ers, co*k s**ers
Meat beaters and rum eaters, I'm Back
So tell them ol' Muppet, Cousin Skeeter
Puppet a** n***as its a wrap, uh, Chav
n***as always saying my name, its a shame
I never reply cause they all lame
So, I'm never hearing em, colder than a dead hookers heart
Standing on the corner in Siberia, k**ing em
Mix it up, n***as on some gay sh**
Too much high fructose in they Kool-Aid mix
Don't give a f** bout what you did
I was brought up drinking sugar water
When wasn't no Kool-Aid, b**h
What you know about it? We was glad to be alive
We would scrape up change just to cop some Chili Fries
And I'm, I'm, better than all yall n***as
WNBA squad, you run with all b**hes
Still these n***as all senseless, take offense
And get defensive, every time a n***a spit sh**
The illest young n***a to ever spit this
Flow with no V-accine (Vaccine) for n***as to rid this
A backpacker, but I'm still from the streets
East Side 7 mile. you can get yo a** beat
n***as i went to High School with is deceased dawg
You crazy, if you think you f**ing with me
See, i'll sh** on yall n***as, want beef dawg?
Ill smack the sh** out yall n***as
I triple double dog dare yall n***as, yea my clothes fitted
Dawg but i ain't no hipster. Im from the place where n***as
Opticals is Mammoth Tusk, Cartiers, staring through the white Buffs
n***as moving zones so they dont give a f**
About such and such, cause they too busy bossing up
G.I. Joe guns, n***as don't wanna see the Cobra clutch
Split ya whip in half, like a n***a when they rolling up
Detroit, but my flow is international my squad is
Verbal Vomit Yo and this a Breath of Fresh Air
My mans! Do me a favor, n***a and tell yo b**h
Ima Take her soul, I can Change ya f**ing life n***a
Zilluminati WHAT UP?
Alright enough of the bullsh**, i forgot i was rapping
Alright, sh** lets do it again, Look
Its Don Corleon in Comme Des Garçons and
A pair of vintage Carties from 1991
Give em what they want, they don't even gotta ask for it
Balling on these n***as all net, f** the backboard
We not affiliates, if you be on that hating sh**
Getting green all up on my salad, hold the bacon bits
I'm a walking BLT, n***a what is you on?
The whip Ranch dressing, and pocket full of croutons
Nosy b**hes worry bout what my crew on
She gimme brain, i pat her head "Duck Duck Goose" on
I don't understand why these n***as think they hot
n***a, we start popping bottles when the party stop
Verbal Vomit b**h, respect it or get drop kicked
By a fresh a** n***a that's wearing dead-stock kicks
Clap a n***a up, Bravo, Bravo
Back on my bullsh**, El Toro Bravo
n***as talking sh** but n***a you ain't got dough
Verbal Vomit b**h and n***as know that i got flow
Its funny n***as be reppin Dirty Glove but they
Scared to put they motherf**ing mittens in the mud
East Side n***a, wa**up shout out to my n***a Buzz
Aye n***a, this is what we does, Detroit up in the b**h n***a
Breath of Fresh Air, what up doe?