SMITH: 'Cuz you know I've had this rash since I was five years old All these doctors tried to help me but I can't be told What it is, who I am, what this rash is meant to mean If my haters think I'm dirty I don't want to be clean Yeah Cause I raps weird smell b**h I might be fatal but you just can't tell Clothes coming off, better wipe me down Only threads I need are a medical gown TROTT: I'm a rash y'all And I'm here to say I'm creeping up your leg in a major way Feel an itch, son 'Cuz I've gone bright red Don't ignore me son or you'll end up dead ROSS: I've got a crazy itch and it's f**ing up my brain Got a dark red patch that I'm wrapping with this pain It's incurable, got no cream for this Only meds I got are the raps I spit Find a cure. I've gotta find a cure I've been rubbing this rash with a broken hand saw And I hate it. But I gotta f**ing fake it This remedy's a melody I guess I'll f**ing take it