[Verse 1: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)]
I know you're suspicious, but doubt is beneficial
So give me all that you got, and watch me give it back triple
Slept on for three projects, so f** you, I'm done with your contest
This rapper... doesn't... need... puppet... strings
All in my domain and the master... of it
I'm Ultron, you're obsolete
Your industry plant needs water 90 times a week
I grow in darkness
From the stone, I harvested the rose
Street player from Chicago
(My bars too quick)
Yeah, en garde, you b**h, blood in your garden, this sus is for everybody, I'm f**ing your squad, and then bucking the guard patrolling the border of genres
I go where I want to; write how I want to
Lark Voorhies, I'ma f** up some commas
I spend how I want to; hit Papa John's up like:
Two large; light sauce
Mix it with the unsauced wings with the dipping cups
Gimme, uhh… Cinnapie on the side, too; 6-Cheese Cheesesticks, and make it all times two
Pizza boy
I do not play with you boys
I do not hang with no girls
They know that I live in a void, I k** for the joy
I'm true, I'm authentic, I meant it, I do it, I did it, destroyed
Now pay me through PayPal or give me a digital bag of bitcoin
[Verse 2: Big Sus Boi (Shampoo Papi)]
Fantasizing 'bout a blogger
Having 3AM orgies with Rihanna
Every new rapper's a fashion designer
An actor, director or giant vagina
Complex Mag needs to get off the China
Chain mail hat, Big Sus Scott Steiner
On my Gmail, writing verses in a diner
Tell these motherf**ers if they needin' a reminder
Here's a tissue for your sorrows
Cause if you quit today, then you're better off tomorrow
And if you quit tomorrow, well, I really can't complain
I'd throw a parade even if it f**in' rained
Ignorance is bliss, I wish I could give a kiss
To every single basic individual there is
But I don't give a sh** if this is hit-or-miss
And you can spit or swallow when The Sus Boyz in the mix
I'm out