[Verse 1: Owls]
I got a question for anyone feeling my drift
How can these mcs change if they never make cents?
I guess they really are from strange alien space ships
That shapeshifts into radios and never play hits
So its back to the basics shooting down spaceships
Know youtube or myspace pages
And my flow keeps blazin like dro thats oh so amazing
That the audience smell me like a pack of wolfs
Like my backpack's filled with henny and a pack of backwoods
To play baseball and sniff balls no homo
See I love the white bitch but it make me a lil loco
I’ll run up in ya local sunoco and take all the four loco
Because I feel like I got the game in a nike logo
I’ma sicko ya complex I’m just simple
I’m prime you’re two four five times nickle
And I don’t care if ya sell drugs my blunts weigh more than two dubs
Two up two down nigga throw it up
And if ya claim to bang bang bang bang throw it up
I got the system overload about to blow it up
I tell you what my horrible aura when I don’t hit the blunt
Is out of order’till dispense a quarter of water
Which hasn’t which makes this a promo bitch
I just wanted you to know that I’m off the bench
Ascended from the abyss with plots from the hip hop witch