[Verse 1: Jesse Turvey]
We dropping hot shit
Dirty beats and raw shit
I got that lyrical dick
Up in it with spit
No rubber that's raw shit
Don't gotta tell me I got shit
I break in the game with no lock pick
I don't stop to talk
I just walk the walk
And smoke hospital like I got sick
Cause I pogo on the beat, that's hoppin'
Fuck with me, And we glockin'
As a matter a fact it go BRAT-TAT-TAT
Get hit in the leg, you done walkin'
Gimme beat and I'll drop it
No lie, I know you gon cop this
We sick wit it, a bit ignorant
And we listening but not givin' shits
Just rippin' it, rippin' hits
So when I diss yo shit, don't slit your wrist
Do your thing while I do mine bigger bitch
Than your biggest hit, start listening
With a beat like this we dangerous
Better get to fixing your favourite
P-P-Playlist, PG-13 with rape in it
We makin' it bitch !

[Verse 2: Mr Coathanger]
Shoulda never fucked with a pregnant bitch
Put the heater to her belly n' you kill the kid
I don't even know what the fuck you talkin about
All I hear is the sound of the voice when you shout
FUCK MORALS
Moral of the story is
That your fuckin' oblivious
To every fuckin' thing I did
Every fuckin thing I do
Nahh, who the fuck is you
Talk 'bout me, I'm Mr.This, Im Mr.That
I kissed your girl and got you mad
You did some shit and got me back
But I ain't even trippin' cause I'm better than that
I'm just tryna get some money cause I want it in stacks
See I'm alone in a pack
I chew a bone to a bat
I spit a pound of that crack
Until the end of the track
And I continue after that
Aftermath bitch

[Outro: Johnny Poppers]
POPPER GANG !!
If you didn't know, now you know
If you already you knew
Hit the books cocky ass mother fucker
Study up bitch!
It's that 'Balcony Music Clique' shit
What it is