[Verse 1: Ryan Swofford] Catch me on the ave, I'm prolly in ya city I'm somewhere on the map, I'm pinchin a penny pretty - Much, never really had much, never really had much But you can bet your bu*t I'm never leanin on a crutch, uh I rock some local shows Get down with local flows No not the local hoes Those hoes got twenty toes I'm rockin Vans, hit the venues with my hand Slap a b**h in the face if he says he's not a fan, and I never wanna stop it, I got it locked, no poppin Off these chains, get out my lane, got a car I got this Rocket in my pocket, whatchout, boutta launch it On this haunch-hop game, watch this I'm raunchy in the brain So call me sourhead I'm breakin bread so call me Jesus, I'm ahead With this thesis I'll leave you seekin pieces just to Write a line that is half as beast as Mine, I don't mind, I'm elitist N I know it, clap my hands n I'll show it, it's perception how you see this No exception cuz I need this Yeah [Verse 1: Ryan Swofford] Say “ahh” when you hear my raps like some fireworks You got ya hands held high, so lemme slay this verse Whatever works I prolly end up in a hearse Cuz every verse that I murder hurts me worse n worse Like I feel you heard me at my worst But never understood my worth So let me burst with these words like I'm molten lava at the center – Of the earth, it's my rebirth and I ain't playin These perverse words I'm sprayin a Nd it hurts a lot but afterwords I'm sayin So long! I'm droppin bombs on these witnesses I'm flexin with this fitnesses On my way to palm trees Lemme show you where the exit is Mel-ahh-dees Comin through ya speaker set It's all fun and games - but I ain't finished yet