Chorus:
Bitch you know we smoking on that dank
Up with that ratchet pussy like I'm Clank

Gandhi The Warlord:
I break necks like fast speeds how, you don't ask me
I'm feeling like Kendrick freestyle in the back seat
The black sheep with pis in the club like a mathlete
Got rap steeze smoke stashed weed sprinkled up with hasheesh
...I got propensities and tendencies to end EMC's
This pen and me leave enemies and friends to bleed
Off Hennessy I'm menacing you trembling I keep my fire cold as ice
..But if you hold the mic ill turn you to a poltergeist
.you know I'm right packing a bowls of that apple jacks
Grapple back and youll get capped like snapple facts
Racks on racks with plaques in glass and stacks of cash till gavels crash
Cause me and ratchet ass go together like rats and trash
Listening to black on black all you dudes are see through
You might need to re-group and come back with three dudes
Youll stop talking when I leave you bitches embarrassed
Leave four hoarse men like Dawkins, Dennet, Hitchens and Harris