[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka]
401 on black Friday busy
Moving autobahn fast
I guess I'll sidewalk stroll
Without contact there's no crash
If you want to move on, I'm way ahead
n***a pick up what you left off, or suffer them litter laws
Start me up, I'm car sick
Turn me off, I'm car sick
Seat belt, car sick
Radio makes me car sick
[Verse 2: KYA]
Go to hell come back with the devil
k** a mother f**er just for starting some trouble
Kick the beat let it out let it flow
Get high like a dojo
Your dad supports your horse sh**
Only thing he should support is abortion
Because when I rap I get high off the letters
They spell freely, but in the end I create the meaning
Bout to blow off, Like a bomb, cause of rage
Test the mace, make sure you ain't fake
Your pushing flowers in my back yard
The police came by asking where I last seen you last
Told em' staring down my barrel till he heard a blast
The rest is trash
Ima keep k**in the beat like I payed for it
Blew my load in her throat, had her close it down
Now she wears an eye patch all over town
Lyrically, physically I'm feeling it
Put it down on this beat, get bloody water on my feet
While I'm beating my meat the skin ripped off
Choked you with it to d**h because your raps s** dick
I'm tired of it I don't wanna listen no more
So stop spittin your sh** and erase it all every single bit of it
Get off the air, the mayor wasn't prepared for this scare
That's why you shouldn't smirk
You'll get took back to the time when I played with those bottles
Back in the yard where I shot off my cap gun
Buts its all over now I know your freaking in
Like a coloring book I'm sneaking outside the line
And over the fence like I caused a wreck on an opening bench
Put to rest the rap that I k**ed
Time to stop messing around with the wrong field