[Verse 1: Godemis]
This one goes out to my closest pals
Who know damn well I shoulda been dead by now
But never the less, here I am, dead in the flesh
Give you a frontwards wedgie, put your head in your chest
Adressin' a dress, a lose-lose situation I guess
Levitatin' ten steps ahead of the rest
And we are about ready to blow, and if it wasn't for that
Every second, you idiots wouldn't know
You're dumb as a bag of nails and dead as a door knob
I don't consider the feminine features a heart throb
Finally figured it out if you give it they won't rob
So hand over them valuables, answer to our arms
The archery is anger and so is the off beat sh**
The arsenal is doper than you that you can't compete with
The beef get, rotten it smells some
That's why I don't stop, cookin' it till it's well done
You scared, go ahead run
[Hook: Godemis]X8
You and you and you can get it
[Verse 3: UBI]
I get more than a little pissed it seems cynical tough
I generally never like gettin' in the middle of stuff
Fed Kibbles N' Bits, you dog me in the kennel with mutts
High hope for a little dick, had to settle for nuts
Is pitiful wit so much worse than subliminal diss
Rap tactics been gettin' dirtier than gristle and grits
If your mineral's mixed to solid rock than riddle me this
Why them hits you droppin' floppin' whiffin' critical miss
Store factory rappers come equipped with criminal kits
Complete with the crack and chain to match the pistols and clips
Plus physically fit as f**, they're all tatted and buff
With a hat and a fatter tooth for me and stabbed in the guts
Drunken, it's raid the stage after we're rappin' it up
Don't be mad at me actin' savage cuz you're average and s**
Yo I stay sick in my brain, dodge clippin' the fame
Kicks from the frame, flame spit it, it's all simple and plain
sh**
[Hook: UBI]X8
You and you and you can get it