[Verse 1: Nasty Boi]

I got this one right with a Sam Adams in my hand
I swollow and throw it back up, 'cuz this shit is disgusting
I wish I had long, curly hair like that, but I do got the flow like the Nile River
I'mma come at ya dawg, I ain't gonna trip ya
You like reppin' the Bulls? I thought you were from Boston
Put that B back on ya head while you suckin' my johnson
A Cambridge kid, huh? I beg to differ
I'mma come right at ya quicker and then rip ya
Last time I checked twenty-year-olds had facial hair
Ya friend talkin' shit, I ripped him a new one
With the boys by my side this shit ain't gonna be fair
Wayland High School's where ya from
Last time I checked I made ya girl cum
Haha yeah, bitch
I'm gonna be the one drivin' you crazy
With my lyrical style, I'mma be stackin' my pile
Only eighteen and becoming stronger and stronger by the day
When it's my turn I'll be the one makin' all the damn pay
This a start of a new generation of rap it's crackin', wacky, and shrapnel
I don't know who's worse, the kid wishin' he had the paper
Or the trader who wishes he was a player
Comin' up from nothin' I sure am ill
Your time will be over soon just like the high of a pill
To fulfill your dreams of reppin' Boston to the highest is gonna be over
When I'm the needles, take your ass to the pediatrist
The blood be flowin' hard, this shit ain't stoppin' like a dealer with his cards
Your boy has a Bulls hat on you fuckin' prick
Look at his hat, maybe you actually are colorblind bitch, Sam Adams ain't shit
I ain't lookin' for a reputation, I'm here for mutilation
Of a kid who'se tryna break a tradition, lookin' all preppy tryna be a musician
As I write this composition I be in my Expedition, talkin' about my opposition
And I sure do have a proposition with this permission, I'd love to audition
For this position, and call it a demolition, like Obama as a politician
With the addition of the Prezidential Candidates this transition will the be the definition
Of ambition, our mission is to get in this guy's brain, start the ignition
I'm about to be a mortician, of this muthafucka who be trippin'
Sam Adams you ain't got shit, Boston's boy get a life
This is my turn man, me and Prez, this is our turn baby
Sam Adams, sit down as your time runs out

[Verse 2: Prez]

P-R-E-Z
I just smashed a beer bottle the label read Sam Adams
Disgusted with the flavor and cockiness it had to happen
Toss a couple bottles like I'm at the JMU riots
Burn rubber over your fuckin' face like Firestone tires
I'm tired of trash rappers with no flow, and no control
Over beats they let the shit take over because they so weak
Goddamn, let the strong take the reigns of the game
We ain't lookin' to be Wayne, just lookin' for lil' fame
Consciously I'm concocting a way up to the top
If Sam Adams is a rockstar, then I'm David Lee Roth
You seen him on the news, I think I seen him on MTV
True Life: I Suck Dick and Look Like I'm Thirteen
Dude's from Wayland, okay, yeah that I understand
That's forty minutes from Boston, claimin' he owns the whole land
I got bitches down in Tampa who be bumpin' my shit
You got famous 'cuz Asher Roth targeted college chicks
And shit, I guarantee I'd be as famous as you
If my mom and dad bought seventy-five grand up on iTunes
But I guess I ain't as lucky as you
I saw that muthafuckin' music video, you was kissin' a dude
That bitch nastier than a muthafuckin' truck stop restroom
Did you know it at the time? Is my one and only question
Curly lock faggot, you purple Croc faggot
Your success is a mystery, you little Sherlock Holmes faggot
The world is drivin' me crazy with the love that they showin'
How you act like this real hip-hop, I'll never know it
I put effort into this, man this is my life
He walks into a college DJ booth gets famous for life
I ain't hatin' this is retarded, so fuck whoever disagrees
If you say I'm drinkin' haterade I'll fill my fridge and my freezer
Target anybody who listens to rap, and enjoys it
Not just drunk college sluts and fuckin' frat boys
Motherfucker