[Verse 1: Wildcat]
Oh sh**... f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you, (yo), f** you..
Rollin' down the street, with a zebra in the front seat
With a semi-uzi, (???) the b**h who tried to punk me
Runnin' his mouth, until I let my guns free
Then this b**h whispered in my ear, she wanna f** me
I said okay, and I smacked her a**, with an axe
Call me Mad Max, cause I shot her in the back
With a bow and arrow. I got a double barrel, in my mouth
Kurt Cobain flow from the South
That f**ed up sh** is what I shout
When I'm on stage with Myke Brown, and Josh Sallee
And Pairadime and PMB
And E-Train (?), with a SubENT. logo, photo
For the b**hes to see
On my f**ing twitter, WildcatDroolz like a motherf**ing sh**ter
Dirty, stinky raps for the (?) who're gettin bigger
Yeah this fat f** is pissing me off, I'm bout to hit her
f** with the Sinister Mister
[Hook: Wildcat/DBLR]
Middle fingers to the sky, if you don't give a f**
PMB, throw em high, we don't give a f**
Middle fingers to the sky if you f** with us
Put em up, throw em up
PMB b**h
[Verse 2: DBLR]
Screaming from the mountain hills
You know we got sk**s, so f** you if you're doubting still
I really ain't 'bout all this Hollywood sh**
They call it fame, well I call it bullsh**
Cause I work hard, for everything I get
And you're claiming you're the sh**, cause these yuppies on your dick?
Yeah, you got money, but all your songs contradict
To me and PMB, you got the wrong kids
Cut you down to size, throw you in my crowd
Take your gla**es off your eyes, knock you off your cloud
Thought his horse was high, until we had to chop it down
Middle fingers in your pie: try to f**in stop us now
Nobody recognizes this f*ggot when he's as-is (?)
Cause the truth is, you ain't sh** when the fad ends
Just another has been, s**in glad's dick (?)
I'll show you lower cla**, pretentious ba*tard
(Chorus)