[Verse 1: Luke Flywalker]
Can a young midget get money anymore?
Your lookin' up to me, and I'm only 5'4
My car has four doors, and you know that's for sure
I get more raps than a tortilla store
Put them all to rest
I'm harder than a desk
Straight chillin' with my dog, like Johnny Test
Wanna test me, Ima have to get three
K.I.Ds, to beat your A.S.S
Yes I'm the best
Lyrically molest
I be in the clouds like a jumbo jet
But I don't smoke the sess, I just get them checks
Like an answer that's correct on an algebra test
Sorry to be rude, but I'm with three other dudes
That don't do chew or rock DC shoes
We be from the boosk
Got racks like a moose
Blowin' bucks like gay deer, but I am not a queer
[Verse 2: Thaddie P]
Can a young mix breed get money any more?
My raps are hot like global warming but I don't see no Al Gore
Lyrics stay nasty, like a cold sore
I take out trashy rappers but It's not much of a chore
I am Thaddie P
I'm a f**ing beast
Reptar on this beat
Blacker than the south but, whiter than the east
Getting bread like wheat
Rising up like yeast
I am f**ing gorgeous
Your bi-curious like George is
I trim the leaf, smoke the reef, and get buds like a florist
Something that rhymes with oranges
Running this sh** like forrest did
Hotter than some porridge is
Your lookin' mad because your b**h pays all my mortgages
Dirtbaggin' like B-town, use your girl as my rebound
I f**ed this thick b**h and I made her loose 40 pounds
And I'm off this beat now
[Verse 3: Ginger-Vitus]
Can't a young ginger get money anymore?
Last time I checked, your raps were a bore
Not like the pig kind
More like your girlfriend
I like em' Brazilian and Asian, man that's a good blend
Understand I'm on some other sh**
Leave your flows on the mend
Your girlfriend likes me, lil bit
Man I'm Kanye rich
k**ed this beat like Shannon
Someone tell these mothaf**ers what the plan is
She said I'm the craziest, I said b**h, I'm the Rap Genius
Now I'm on top and your rap was meaningless
You tried to come off hood, and I look like the cleanest
Cause when I go in on this beat
Man I'm the best
Skin so white I'm called Crest
Man I'm f**ing Ginger-Vitus
[Verse 4: Dewy Parker]
Does a young Injun get money any more?
I can honestly say I don't and I adore
No worries about the P.D. knockin' at my door
f** a b**h twice and now she's gone because I'm bored
Im a true motha f**a I don't do d**
Don't drink booze but I do get hugs
Knees all burned from the f**in' rug
Fed her my sauce and now she stuffed
I get money like a teddy bear
That's not sh** but it's good I swear
Loitering like every day
f** around like any way
Don't give a f** thats what I say
Screaming YOLO like a gay
Smoke a pack, with the pack
They be smokin', I lean back
k**in' chillin' like this track
I swear I want my penny back...
b**hes love my f**in' co*k
Harder than a f**in' rock
Tell them hoes to hit the floor, thats when all their panties drop
Punk Ass Kids be slappin' hoes
We stay tight like a pack of bros
Driving in my momma's whip
Mini van, got the clique
Heading to a banquet
Halfway there and the sh** stalls out