Layin rappers in a casket
I got my stereo ho you no I'm bout to blast it
Flow so tragic
Rebel gang we funatics
Doin crazy stuff cause we are the satanic
Money got us stackin
Got yo girls booty clappin
Oh this beats ma**ive
So turn this stuff up till its louder than a black chick
Hungry like a fat chick
Oh its a party so yeah I'm bout to crash sh**
Chasin money that's fine paper then stack it tall
How bout we make a sky scraper
Cut you rappers like a razor
You better say your prayers
I Chill at Mayfair
You know what I'm a pretty cool skater