[Verse 1: Kerser]
Back to basics, straight amazing, ask me bout the game I'm playing
Dreading what I've done to locks, you thinking bout it, ain't Jamaican
Kerser been the sickest probly why I'm earning digits
And they looking at your sh** like rather burn it cause your b**hes
Swagger like I've never seen I'm here to hurt and burn a b**h
Your sh** get no views like Hustle Hard without a Kerser vid (True)
Everybody dribble and they kidding ain't it whack son?
Leave 'em injured whinging cause they're toy just like a cap gun (Get it?)
No you ain't a rapper cause you've been inside a booth before
I bust my a** to get here and you try and make a movement more,
Meaningful than mine, but thats impossible I'm made for this
And you be on my dick, pretty much just like your lady is
If I never said it then you f*ggots can not call it sick,
Download your sh** illegally, now thats what I call roasting sh**
Cause its sh**, and I'm sick
I am what is real, and you is just pretending b**h
[Nebs speaking]
Its like the more hardcore they get,
Its like the sh**ter they rap
Bruz tone it down brah, your not that hard
Yo, learn how to rhyme
[Verse 2: Nebs]
f** the antibiotics
Just fill the van with narcotics
I'm the man with the chronic beats,
They slam when I'm on it
Haters panties get knotted
They can't handle me rockin
Whack comments are dropping
On the net I am watching,
Cause they know I'm is better, thats why Nebs a problem
Cause they know if I see 'em, pick up a weapon and clock 'em
They looking threatened I rob 'em
Give up your credit and wallet
Bend over b**h, and take the Hennessy bottle
Your not forgetting me gronkers
You had bad memories from it
That are so f**ing bad, you go to therapy from it
And he be's honest, no f** it and he be's on it
Watch me come and skull this f**ing medicine bottle
I'm getting energy from it, and bruz I'm ready to vomit
I'm f**ing hanging for Xanny's and then I'm ready to pop 'em
My f**ing head is just throbbin'
My dick is red as a rocket
And your chicks already naked and she's ready to cop it, uh
[Sarm speaking]
Yeah, all these c*nts are f**ing f**ed
They're all f**ed
[Verse 3: Sarm]
Welcome, you found someone in his f**ing prime
Ain't nothing to f** with like, Wu Tang back in '95
Please excuse me guys, the sh** I spit is stupid fine
Too refined, call me the priest, cause I be super fly
That was my movie line, pack your sh** its moving time
If thats your chick she super fine
She s**ed my dick around 2:05
Shout outs, 225, ABK, the whole crew's live
I'm on that news you high
Mess withy my vibe you'll lose at night
Yeah I'm the sh**, your just poo disguised
I do a line thats super sized,
You can't rap your spooning guys
See its too easy I could do this blind
We ain't the same, I'm a 10, your a junior 9
When I spit I'm schooling guys
Its a party schoolies time,
When you spit I snooze all night
Mismatch if you choose to fight
Quit dancing your tutu's tight
Your a fake, not a new I
You just can't do this right
We'd f**, you lose at life
[Hook: Nebs]
Its Sarm, Kerser and Nebs
We run this sh** you just sh** in your bed
Sick in the head, I'm sick of your head
If yous were a b**h I'd spit on your set
f** the whole scene its piss [?]
f** your whole team its a b**h in a dress
I'm sick and depressed that I spit with the best
Cause they're sh** and they think that they're equally fresh
[Verse 5: Kerser]
This is what they calling me, you rapping but its awkwardly
Exactly what, I was doing back around 04 or 3
So don't you try to step, yo I ain't say I'm a vet
Cause most these veterans are f*ggot I'm a step ahead of them
Let 'em get at them, guarantee I'll take the head of them
Breaking both their legs and then, asking if they get it in
K-E-R-S, I put em in the ER,
Nah you couldn't do it, don't you try it, its for me brah
[Verse 6: Nebs]
Mr. Annie B the mother f**er come and crack your lips
Its like you don't have a dick, and your raps are whack as sh**
Think your f**ing Rambo and your clips f**ing acting b**h
Remind me of a compact disc, pl-pl-pl-plastic sh**
You are f**ing hopeless as, obviously smoking shabs
And you're f**ing broke as, smoking blokes for cash
Mr. Big Gun you think are the kings son
But all you are to me is a busted red ring bum
[Verse 7: Sarm]
Yes, did you not hear what I said before?
Like binge thinkers, motherf**er I just repped the raw
Get out my booth, you can't rap, you just press record
Your vids s**, give it up bruzz, less is more
See what your stressing for
I ain't here to lecture your,
Someone I'm electrical,
Not top 10 I'm the best of all
f** you and your festival,
No one heres impressed at all
Got a verse in Kerser's album
That equals s** for sure
[Hook x2]