These niggas can't write (Write)
Plus they pants tight (Tight)
And they sweaters small, fuck it, I'm better ya'll
Go against the God, that's the wrong move
What you want pa? Dope or dog food?
Smile, it's a celebration bitches, I just got back
Mistletoe in my back pocket, kiss my ass
All ya'll, can we do a track? No, quit hollering, I'm shitting
Niggas trash, I'm wack-tose intolerant
My gun pop niggas, one shot nigga
I run out of shells, then straight Ong Bak niggas
Fuck rap riddles, get riddles with shells, yo
I'm a beast, you a bitch like Tickle Me Elmo
Word, my taste buds and your taste buds will never taste bud
Together, cuz your taste buds be tasting butt
Niggas homo thugging it, clowns be red Bozo nose rubbing it
We already changed our mind, you almost was a bitch, pussy