Verse 1: This Snak right here, may be hard to swallow We doing big things like a furos hollow This leader dont follow, I wallow in my success k**in sh** I'm obsessed, with being the best f** who I impress, the way Snak progress Work ethic driven epic, just a trait I possess Snaks, locally famous, vocally han*s No joke shameless, cuttin up squirrels with a stainless Im just a dead beat cracker reppin East Van Beach sand mountains, and a sh** load of h**n Smoke northern lights, green party types My peoples know they rights, when cops start fights Remain modest, brutally honest, so far from the calmest Terrorist at his bombest, jealousy and desperation The only explanation, on why people hatin Your respect dog I'm takin it Verse 2: Im just the, representation of the place that I dwell Out of towner hesitation take a step into hell Don't take cops much to shoot, scabby faced prostitute In the same neighborhood as rich people in suits Its crazay, its where I come from like, you can't save me Twenty five years of sh** is what made me Im white weird and lonely, ain't Ginuine But if you dont like my rhymes b**h, you could ride my pony f** you phoney, I dont trust anyone Tracks I got plenty done, Im buck you just pennies son Run mother f**er, run mother f**er run Get done, a piece of my pie, you dont want none f**in right, I got an appitite for destruction On every single one of these, D-Rec productions Low Pressure crew again, Ima f**in prove it man West coast dirt bag, East Van hooligan