[Verse 1: Stann Smith] Uh, I never asked to be bragged upon PSP, the back is gone Chillin' in the attic playin' paddle pong Holdin' conversations with misfits in foreign language To you they're lame, but they're the writers of my school paper Busy doodlin', listenin' to b**hes brew, I do this On Herbie Hanco*k makin' music, everything's exclusive Never feuded, tell'em screw it like we up in Houston Never put my two cent in, because our money's useless Sellin' sellin' d** because he never fell in love Rather cop the Lexus and the necklace jet in every club He'd rather die before he's dragged outside in metal cuffs So he carries metal, think it's a game? Metal slug Lookin' out the window for (?) signs Skippin' lines Makin' friends Kickin' rhymes at different times Doin' work, headphones makin' sure my music work Man, I love music like the girls love shoes and skirts Man, I was a new boy when I hit the university Now they say to me, "New boy, you're a jerk," Basepath (?) based on editorials My music's unimportable IPod audio, I said [Hook: Chopped Spongebob and Plankton] 2x SB: It's not about winning, it's about fun! P: What's that? SB: Fun is when... Fun is... It's like, it's like, it's, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like... [Verse 2: Stann Smith] Brought to you courtesy of blood, water, tears, and milk Long trips (?), black Benz, dancin' hills Everything you hear 'bout my music's my reflection Of consumers, my objective (?) tunes is my subjective, uh Now who is who gang'll get you, John, Wu-Tang Or you could get your mom's tossed Flexin' like John Walsh Everybody want's to be a big boss But they be lyin' at their CEO's I call 'em Rick Ross Chillin', playin' tag force Limpin', take my bags off Hoppin' off the Greyhound doin' shows without a pa**port Pants on my waist so you never see me sag off Chillin' with them bars, homie you could call me Matt Hoffman Terabytes, what are you hermaphrodites? Cars that go fast at night Mixes books and blasted mics Yup, that's my life Every show, every poem Every fan, everywhere Losin', makin' music but I say [Hook] 2x... [Stann Smith] Us [Hook] 2x