[Intro: Hodgy]
I fucked this flow
[Verse 1: Hodgy]
This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit
Nigga, recollect, bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it
I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her, then, she sexier than my leather Vans
'Cause I never am, purchasin', reimbursing your courtesy
Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she Hershey's sweet, but me, I'm extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon kid, I'm about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio, mixing raw
Bitches shit in my drawers, like you piss in my drawers
Nigga, my dick's in her jaw
I'm Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don't dabble with the apple
'Cause a swagger like mine turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons
African drums for when the champ come, bitch
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
Suicide watch, nigga, kill yourself
Opposition who? Nigga, reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creepin' in this bitch, you couldn't feel the stealth
Wolves are prowlin', hunger at its fucking best
I'm a beast, like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please, let me flex, I'm going off, I need some fuckin' bread
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin' head
Excuse our swag, I'm tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh, shit, yo' bitch, look at how I'm doing you
Bitches on my dick, but look at me, I'm fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
[Bridge: Hodgy]
The fortress is fortified (Bitch)
Money in my pockets like I'm 45, Hodgy Beats recording live
Bitch, I be surely high, and I don't need wings to fly
I'm in the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Knock-knock, who's there? It's me
Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick (What?)
I killed that pussy, and grabbed that knife
Now, I got real authentic cheetah print shit (Nigga, you're a liar)
Nigga, don't believe me (What?), kiss your lady
And boy, you're gonna get them heebiejeebies? (Uh)
Nigga, my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
51-50, I'm off the Heezy, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
(5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon, you ain't got no fuckin Yeezy?)
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I'm fuckin' Looney
See these girls talkin' all that shit (What?)
I'm just tryna see some tits (What?)
Let's get it poppin' like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
I'm, out this bitch, like, "Hocus pocus"
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with some bitches, gave 'em cum on their dimples
Then, my dick went limp, so, took about three pills of Extenzo
Now, my dick longer than a five-door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When I'm with your bitch I'm like, "Where my dick go?"
Now, she think I'm 'bout to eat her whole
Enchilada, I gotta lotta that 'Preme and I'm paying nada
It seems that I'm product placement, but I'm not, I'm just fuckin' awesome
Your mama look like a ugly (Fuck you) loser
