[Verse 1: Fletcher] You will All be asking questions And don't forget to mention It's a lesson, it's a lesson Today's the day, I reckon There's a biting at my leg Interrupts my day He's in the same ranks And he still can't get a date Let's go out and get a bag Let's put it on his head Let's drag it through the street Til his body's nice and red Three letters, three letters Sum of what I hate Let's erase this mother-f**er So we can escape [Verse 2: Wyatt] Let's stand up straight Cut through that smoke (Smoke) Take a look at me, I'm not here to provoke You've got a question Got some concern Leave a message and I'll get back to you soon Now I'm really getting tired of this name-calling bullsh** But if it gets you off, then I guess I'll let it slip Looking for those exits are what we do best I'll take a fork and thrust it Through a lion's chest Not interesting in smoking sh** (V-A-) I'd rather read a book (D-A) Then laying back and thinking (V-A-) Of the chances could've took (D-A) I see an apple (V-A-) And i see feet (D-A) That can look through the hatch (V-A-) And all i see is me (D-A)