[Verse 1:Krookie Monstur]

Aw, Krookie Monstur have to be
Rockin with the C-R-O-W-D
Whoopsi daisy's
Pushing up daisy's on female emcee's
Get to be the bumblebee
Cat's tryna fuck with me
Me go
Loopty Loop
Change up the troop
Get the scoop
I gotta be the ice cream too
Ooh so cold when
They get the ball
And so appalled
The beat is like they have to be a fume
Oh God
Fill yah NOS
Tryna gonna a lil faster
Uh Oh
Have to fuck with the little bastard
The first muthafucka
Seems like I was just a bubba
Bubba smokin
Looks like I'm holdin
More shrimp in my hands than scampi
Oops, Cat's tryna talk about me
Well, scam Gee
You cats tryna talk about thee
Epitome, I have to be
K, double O, K-I-E
And I leave with a falseto, HA!

[Verse 1:RodiMiS]

Back to vacation
Back to the shade shit
Back to faces
Turn my back to faces
Gaze them, Make them
Paper chase this
Summertime is naked
Skys grazing
Styles amazing
Classy tasting
Tryna be wine
Playing the raisin
Makin tongue bathing
Music being the lady
Good music
Studio bedroom doings

[Verse 2: Krookie Monstur]

Monstur, Drama
Poppa called yah
Samurai on another track
I never lost
Pretty obvious
Rip to cop
Cop to stop
Stop to drop
I drop Swishers
Swallow liquor
Only forget y'all niggas
Hangover with the paper tatted
How'd that happen?
Flow to bashful
Rhymes seen happiness
Boogiemen the beat
We crept from underneath

[Verse 2: RodiMiS]

Sun Tzu, Amin, and Hitler
Getcha no cool, without appearance of a nigga
Riches together, bound and closed
Hold my courts
Judge capone
Don with the clothes hold my own
Mob when they don't show
Don't go
Near my future reference
My message preys over predators
Praying to stay together
Hail Mary full of dignity
My enemy can lay deep
Blessed are the closest
Soldier losing blood to pop culture
Vocals holding a super nova
Hold Up
Letting in show like cold shoulders

[Verse 3: Krookie Monstur]

Get yah pencil
Commence flow
Stick foes
Shit flows to mint
Kinfolks
Vocals to rick roll
Tosh.O commentates my video
Can't see my yo
See we glow
Underneath the beat bro
Breathe slow
Crackin with the steamroll
Breathe, and inhale are weed smoke

[Verse 3: RodiMiS]

Tutankhamun, and mean mocking
Royalty for me
Pressure fits X-MAS stockings
Y'all keep talking
And walking, into offices, y'all keep barking
Play the bitch
At least walk yourself
Your used to it
What y'all say
Tryna be in your shit
You ain't the toilet
You can't fit this
They watch supreme
Change like it has to come to me
So supreme, Diana Ross emcees
Seems like I gotta go for mine
You gotta go for yours
I need my skills to enjoy
Ain't nobody to endorse