[Verse 1: Fonz-E Mak]
They catch me just chillin' with Rap Genius
Fonz-E Mak, aka The Rap Genius
And if you racist I'm a black genius
Shorty racist, but takin' black penis
I mean this
Fonz-E Mak the super cleanest, style crazy
As Animaniacs, I anime-niac I watch hella anime
Fonz-E Mak eat the fuckin' cake like I'm Annie Mae
Eat the cake, trynna ball in, man I'm ballin'
Wait that's Spalding
And I'm recallin' them times when I used to ball out
Like my nuts was hangin'
These nuts was strangin'
Wait, fuck that, but verse is 16
I be spittin, I'm rippin' shit, this ain't written
I'm kiddin' if you think that I'm jokin'
She thinkin' I'm pokin'
You sick and I notice
Man I'm rippin' this potent
Fonz-E Mak spittin' potion
I'm a magician, you wishin' you could get in my position
You flickin' off the light-switch
Might fuckin' rhyme just some light shit
Feelin' like I'm lightening, Fonz-E Mak I'm writin'
Wait, I'm not
This is freestylin', I'm wildin', I'm jokin'
This green is, this is a corduroy
But you don't know ya boy
Fonz-E Mak and your bitch feelin' like I'm Soulja Boy
Cause I'm the Superman
And you's a fan? Cool take my picture, this a favorite pose
I'm takin' hoes
I'm Fonz-E Mak I feel like Rick Rose
I mean Ross and I'm the boss
And I'm hella chubby, but you should fuck me
Fonz-E Mak gettin' hella money, I'm hella tubby
Open my pockets, I'm wishin' that I could stop it
You drop it, Fonz-E Mak when I'm poppin'
Feel like some popcorn, wish I was not born
I'm dead in your head like some cold ass freestylin'
Yes, bitch, I'm freestylin'
Yes, bitch, we wildin'
I was off-beat, but you off me and you notice
Wishin' you could off me, wishin' you could talk G
Fonz-E Mak, don't forget the E
That's F-O-N-Z dash E
After the cash like Stacey Dash just bashed me
Feelin' like I'm Ashley, boy, Banks
Motherfuck ya, feelin' like I'm Lloyd Banks
Remember Lloyd in Space? That was a cartoon
Used to watch when I was little
Fonz-E Mak and y'all just sweet like a pack of Skittles
This a pack of riddles
And this was a free-verse
It's a free-verse you ain't payin' for, that's a free verse
And reverse this rhyme and you should play it like a million times
Try and spit a million rhymes
Shockin' that's a million lines
1 2, 3 4, 5 6 wait I'm good with numbers
Matter of fact, I be sleep with your bitch I'm good with slumber
Pardon you, matter of fact you hella Harvey
Feel like I'm Harvard, never starvin'
Put up that go for bar for bargain
Feelin' like I'm Tarzin, I mean Tarzan
That's Nazrat backwards, you just cowards
You motherfuckers actors to Mr. Rapper
Feelin' like a cool ass
Wait, Fonz-E Mak'll split your rude ass
Girlfriend she cute, got a cute ass
So I pinch it
Did I mention that I'm rippin' this mission
I feel like I'm lynchin', I'm in Texas
Tryin' to fuck some exes
Matter of fact they send me sextes, text messages
Givin' me a massage
Fonz-E Mak a barrage, a mirage
You couldn't even see me, feelin' like you Stevie
I'm ballin' hard with a corduroy
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[Verse 2: Kami de Chukwu]
Smooth-sailin' assailant, I'm paces ahead of you
You came back, your bitch givin' head to dude
This off of the top more often than not
In a battle in the parking lot
Battling a couple of cops
I'm kinda fucked up off the shit they gave me
That 20 Grand had me feelin' like this shit was history
Yup, yup yup, it's all good
Joey D where you at?
My raps too weak right now, I'mma pass it to my dad

[Verse 3: Joey Purp]
Say I'm off the shit that they gave me
They used to call us SaveMoney army, came out the water now we navy
N***as say it's all good, I say it's all gravy
Hoes wavin' they hands like, "Save me"
Rappers try to slay me, n***as couldn't slay me
Spit it one-of-a-kind, shine whenever I rhyme
I'm somethin' like Nas mixed with Nostradamus
N***as talkin' 'bout freestyles, I'm far beyond it
This some hot shit, bitch I'm like the stove
N***as see me runnin' through the oven with no clothes
I'm too hot, see what you got
You take two shots like 2Pac
End up like Big, I'm too big you n***as kids
I ain't trippin', listen, n***as spittin'
Off of the top more often than not, it's never written
Joey D, that's Joey me, no Joey Purp
Spit it 'til your chest hurt, n***a, you gettin' murked
Spit it like I got asthma, n***as is plasma
Screens, that means they flat, 3D I'm past ya
Spit it, rappin' I'm like the Pastor
Out in Texas with cattle and pastures
Eatin' orange juice and it's pasteur-
-ized, see my eyes, no two that third eye
I drive, no I ain't drive here, I fly
But I got a lot of drive, n***as chillin' inside
A whip, it's a Jeep, you trippin', n***as sheep
I'm herdin', n***as heard it, Jesus with the sermon
Worded Erick Sermon, permin', n***as squirmin'
Rats on my g it's, oh my Jesus
I keep the mic forever if nobody take it
I mean if your lawn is dirty get somebody to rake it
I don't really wanna give it up
I don't really ever give a fuck
SaveMoney you n***as really big enough
Holla at yo B-O-Y when you see O
Runnin' through the G-O, chillin' in a Geo
That's a car made by somethin' not Nissan
You seen some hot shit, bring it back I'm far beyond
Stoppin' time, stoppin' rhyme, won't stop a line
Pop a line, n***as talkin' 'bout me like I am slime
That mean I'm blood, cousin
Cousin is blood nothin'
Blue is GD in Chicago, you n***as stay stuntin'
Don't know what they reppin' in the T-X, we best
Grab a jersey your team playin' n***a we step
[Break: Tokyo Shawn]
SaveMoney
SaveMoney, SaveMoney Chicago, what's up what's up

[Verse 4: ScienZe]
Yo, this is sweet O, in the bag like Cheetos
Really can't touch this, really can't touch me though
In the Speedo, psyche, I don't write
I just freestyle, yo, you best to take a bite
It's right, no writtens yo, I stay spittin'
And I'm committin' treason, you can't touch this man
I be the reason, known as the man as
S-C-I-E-N Z-E, you really couldn't test me
We be the cats from the B-K
We A, we play all day
You really can't go astray
Sometimes I freestyle, sometimes it don't come
I'm real numb, you're real dumb
Yeah, that's all I got though
Drink the liquor, blow up the spot though
You know what's real nice, you know (?)

[Verse 5: Calez]
Visions of livin' vivid and shit
Puffin' piff in the whip, I swear this as real as it gets
Sick of the cigarettes, miss kissing your kid in the lips
Twist is for different, lyrically pinch it and zip
Where I'm from it ain't no second chance
You build it you destruct your life, or just suffer from second-hand
My n***as goin' hard, you could get the second man
Fuck it no verse, it ain't no second man
Wreck it like Tekken, man
Comin' through fire-boxin' n***as like Tekken, man
You could get a...fuck it, check it man
I got checkers and take steps
N***as know I'm Wreck-It-Ralph
N***as can take breath
Take breath in the strip, that's 60
Like 47 and King drive, team lapped
It's 2008eighties mu' fuckin', yeah we mean raps
We mean rise, y'all on the streets 'til a bean pass
Fuck 'em up