[Intro: News Reporter]
Josh Chapin is on the scene there
That 32-vehicle chain reaction crash
I-40 westbound where they've been making progress
And getting those traffic lanes cleared up
[Verse 1: Jay Maddox]
Me and Eric, we embarrass 'em like middle aged parents
It’s apparent we terrify 'em like Scarowinds
Thick bald bitch, ain’t no hair to pin
Amber Rose, Tammy Lynn
I’m 'bout to dive into it like a terrapin, baby
Prepare to take a Claritin
We gon' need to clarify to these Americans
We may be a couple Whiteys in Paris, but we
Highly comparable to Addies and an Ambien
A real trip, lysergic, y’all ain’t heard this
Cosmic, kamikaze crashed earth and
The Sunday service just got murdered
Still back on Monday to dodge the serpents
On point, make slits like a doctor surgeon
Laugh at your pain like you’re Tom Segura
Flying back at the waist with the rock to serve
Got hit like a lick, couldn’t dodge Suburbans
[Interlude Hook: Jay Maddox]
Charizard when I immolate, hard to imitate
Lighting fires on the interstate when I litter flames
Dinner date wary cuz my eyebrows shaved
In reality, my lifestyle ignites my face
No Seamus, come through straight bummy as vagrants
Take flagrants, fouled out quicker than crazed hens
Put ‘em in the coop, Stoop Kid never leaves his stoop
I found juice now I’m free from loops
[Verse 2: Jay Maddox]
I’ll be god damned, if I’m god damned one mo’ 'gain
This hoe’s spent, game over, got Frozone drip
No shit, whether it’s past, present, future tense
I’m intense like abodes at Coachella events
Bars
No telling where the hell I’ll be next
Like a feather, One Direction at best
Shoutout to Harry, my styles bombastic
Your main bitch plastic
Your raps suck ass, Jay’s stats fantastic
My aim gets drastic when made men slapstick
The change drawer drained, and the safe’s been cracked in
Amazing arachnid, raps radioactive
Tasked with great powe to jack shit at Sak’s Fifth
Snag, lift, sell 'em at half price to halfwits
Traveling through Athens, ancient past has-beens
Matter fact, Admiral Maddox was named Captain Crunch
Ate this verse, now I’m back from lunch
[Verse 3: Eric Armitage]
I said...
I don’t do no suit and tie shit
That’s a suicide wish
I don’t make a lot of noise
I just move in silence
Keep the music by my side
That’s my ride or die bitch
I get lost in my head
That’s a private island
You gon’ do I says
Yeah, I am Simon
I don’t give a flyin’ fuck
Go remind the pilot
And I been sippin’ White Zinf
On some live your life shit
Sorry, mama
Cuz ever since Kenan & Kel
I’ve been sayin’ what I feel like I’m readin’ some braille
Sellin’ white to the fans, triple beam is the scale
Rap music is my heroine, and she is for sale
Here, try her
You lookin’ at the number one supplier
Pyrotechnic, addin’ fuel to the fire
I’m so reckless like I swerve drunk drivers
Ice cold necklace, throw my drip into the dryer
Hear the beat bounce, I’m bound to make ya shoulder lean
If I do go for broke, then you spillin’ out all ya Ovaltine
Most of the time, I’m chillin’, but if this shit get a hold of me
Razor sharp when I flip like a Motorola phone opening
I’m a true survivor
Who designed this shit like Gucci, Prada
The moves I got’ll make ya boo hoot and holler
It’s a three-way with Jay, hoe, do you wanna?
[Outro: News Reporter]
It was one of those things
The weather was really bad
One crash happened and then another crash happened
And it led to this 32 car pile-up
But the lanes at 40 westbound not quite opened just yet
You see the traffic still need getting worked on here
Off of, uh, I-40 west...
