[Intro: Estee Nack]
Ayo-yo-yo (Yo, woah)
My n***a Elroy in the buildin'
Corduroy and all that (Cha!)
Tomahawks steaks, cookin' flakes (Yeah!)
Twin Glocks (Woah!)
Ayo

[Verse: Estee Nack]
Fuck is you talking 'bout if it's not the acres (Ching)
Walk into Neimans and droppin' papers (Money!)
Son, I'm equipped, I'm pullin' the largest caper (Give me that!)
Pot scraper, load the pistol and pop ya face up (Bah-bow)
Ain't nobody like us, n***as cannot replace us (Never!)
Arm & Hammer hop
Copped the king bring the camelot (Camelot)
Handle the Glock
You might've seen me just featured on Banana Yacht (Woah!)
Make the planet drop, posin' for the kid in shock (Click)
Gamble with the guap
Coppers eager to scan the block (Woo!)
Children playin', man, can he stop or naw? (Naw)
Burn your skin with a hot cigar
Choppers lookin' just like a rock guitar (Brrt!)
Pasta sauce, hittin' tops with hypnotism
Bro, the method is shockin' all, keepin' watch from afar (I see you!)
Drop a Jabbar, Jabba Jaw, learn to walk with God (God)
Sgt. Slaughter, Octagon, Armor All (Ahh)
Difference is you ain't raw to stomp in the yard
Hit the product, dip in the monster car (Skrrt)
Product delivered, n***as is knockin' hard (Blow!)
I'ma start, n***a, we catch a fade, huh (You hear that?)
Ayo, ayo (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yo, I'ma start, n***a, we catchin' waves, like
Surfing dudes flying
For your mother it's nothin' worse than you dyin' (Bow bow bow bow!)
Get 'em six feet
Everytime I move, the shit is discrete (Why)
You got a problems with me, I'ma turn you n***as to minced meat (Ra-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da!)
Actin' like this shit's sweet
[Outro: Estee Nack]
Yeah
Super motherfuckin' NACKMAN (Woah)
Woah!

[Interlude]
Some of this accepted chaos, as this drip is just cascading down the surface here, just have some of the most beautiful marks evolved