[Verse 1: T-Daddy Stacks]
Uhh, T-Daddy Stacks
Watch your back
Check it
Go ahead, big head
Give me head like Lohan, Brohan
Yo I need no hand
When it comes to the rap
Yo I smoke the whole sack
The whole sack?
Yeah chump all of the Buddha
So who's the man
With the big backhand
Rackin' like rack Rack City
'bitties' with the titties
I love Rack City
And all of my 'bitties'
Get 'fiddies' but
I know, you love the Candy Shop
Flip flop, you can hop on the dick
Feel the prick of a menace
Cause I'm sick as Venezuela
No doubt, you can try but failin'
Bailin', sailin' on a boat
Without a f**in' sail
So you go nowhere, real f**in fast kid
Kickin' rhymes is my pa** time
My past, word is born
No lyin' a'int tryin'
But your b**h loves my sh**
Not my hit but my underground sh**
I can tell she wants to do the dirty bit
f** the Black Eyed Peas boy
I'll black your eye
Yo, my flow stay golden like a Rolex
After one text your b**h be wantin' more s**
Ah ha ha ha ha!
Yeah boy! it's T-Daddy Stacks!
[Verse 2: Joe Grizzly]
Uhhh
Joe Grizzly, baaaybayy
Swagger too ill, I shoot to k**
I've got a big dick, bigger shoes to fill
b**h I'm stressed out, I could use a pill
But I'm afraid that sh**'ll get abused a lil'
You sleeping with the fishes
Better use your gills
I've got a bit of money
I could use a Mill though
So go and f** yourself
With a giant dil*o
Welcome into Mr. Grizzly's mind
I can't guarantee that you'll like what you find
sh** moves quick, so don't get left behind
b**h, I can't sleep gotta stay on my grind
Stop drop and roll in the toilet
I'm hot sh**!
You're never gonna stop me b**h
I don't quit
Blazing it up in the booth
I'm so lit
Everybody's mind gets f**ed
When I spit
b**hes say "Grizzly you're hot!"
Like no sh**!
Climb out of bed, my swagger is turned on
Only give head to a freshly mowed lawn
If she doesn't trim it, I guess i'll move on
Say bye hairy p**y, cause Grizzly's gone!
I'll commit a crime, then I'll merk the witness
Then I'll hit the gym, gotta work my fitness
Go home and f** Tiger Woods' mistress
Go from ho to ho to ho, merry f**ing Christmas
It's go time b**hes, I'm ready to rock
I've got your girlfriend, on the head of my co*k
I should be the president instead of Barack
f** a condom, my dick's a foot, I'm wearing a sock!
I smacked a b**h up, for talking too much
I said she can't speak til' her stocking is stuffed
She didn't seem to think one co*k is enough
So Q-Bone hurried over now we're roasting her rough!