[Verse 1: Gunkman]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yo it’s Jake going in like a killa
I like death metal and I like Godzilla
I’m the one who made this beat that we’re rapping on
Yung Gargamel on the track, don’t get it wrong
Wrote this verse in about 10 minutes
Not much time but you know I still kill it
I got big muscles, warehouse is where I got em, man
Got y’all under my feet like an ottoman
Made this beat
Rhymes are sweet
Yeah, Gunkman, that’s my name on the street
See my name everywhere
Thief, cause I took a chair
From my high school
I’m a crook, I’m a nightmare
But I graduated
Y’all infatuated
With my rhymes, Competition eradicated
Strong like Chuck Norris, like a Tyrannosaurus
I’m on the beat, no one made this for us
Craig and Gunk going in for the chorus
Uh, uh
I’m Swagzilla
[Chorus]
Bejalvin going in on the beat
Us and our friends gonna move your feet
Get on the floor and start to dance
When the bass hits don’t crap your pants
Everybody in the crowd
Feel the bass boom like a mushroom cloud
From the front seats
To the nosebleeds
Here comes Craig going hard on the next beat
[Verse 2: Craig]
Yo it’s Craig going hard on the next beat
I write raps fast like Usain at a track meet
All I need is Arizona tea and a Gunk beat
So tell the DJ-
Oh yeah, that’s me!
I’m not the one on the mic most days
‘Cause normally I don’t got much to say
But now it’s time flex (flex!)
Time to break your necks (necks!)
Boutta go all out (with no regrets!)
I’m like Eminem but better
Making so much cheddar
Spitting so much heat that you’ll be taking off your sweater
Got you dancing on the floor, other rappers are a bore
We write hits way more, but really who’s keeping score?
I’m like beauty and the beast but I’m both (ooh!)
I’m not recording hits on a rock band microphone
Gunk made the beat smack, I don’t write weak raps
Workin’ on my six pack, so bring the chorus back…
[Chorus]
Bejalvin going in on the beat
Us and our friends gonna move your feet
Get on the floor and start to dance
When the bass hits don’t crap your pants
Everybody in the crowd
Feel the bass boom like a mushroom cloud
From the front seats
To the nosebleeds
Here comes Jack going hard on the next beat
[Verse 3: Jack Purpl]
I’m the stuff of legends
I’m way out of your league
Get on your knees and pray ‘cause I'm the true J.C
I’m 6’4
Tall
Like I’m on stilts
Imma’ slice you up and put you in the house that Jack built
This ain’t Bojack
Cause I ain’t horsing around
I’m a beast, you're a dog
Throw you into the pound
I’m the coldest
Ice like I’m Jack from Titanic
But I drip whilst he drowns
Sunken in the Atlantic
I’m like Jack Black
But I’m Purple
I guess that would make my name Jack Purpl
I got powers twice the strength of little Jack Jack
I guess you could call me Jack Jack Jack Jack
I go crazy
Like I’m overlooking hotels
If you interrupt my writing I’ll send you straight to Hell
I wield my words like an axe
It’s a Torrence-type ploy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Ha ha ha ha ha…
[Gunkman]
Yo, check… yo, we’re not done yet…
Taking us home on the six string it’s the one, the only:
[Solo: parker ihn uh hul]
[Outro: Gunkman]
Check, check.. Yo, we got a couple people to thank before we head out
We’d like to thank, once again, our friend Parker from ded ihn uh hul for shredding it on the six string
We’d like to thank our friends Jack Purpl, AGES, MagMag, for rapping on our beats
We’d like to shout out James McHenry from Blind Equation, Eric from Soulkeeper, we love you guys
Thank you so much, we couldn’t have done it without you
We’re Bejalvin
Thank you
