[Verse 1:]
Yeaaaaaaaaaa-yea-ee
Bring it on, bring it on mothafucka bring it on
Come on, come on
Hey yo it’s go time
Straight an narrow like astic foe flies
Doe dawd, we aiming arrows at d old guys
Clothes linin em, with a flow that’ll force retirement
Yo mindin em so can’t be ya’ll buy ten
Try again, here’s d change in havin A one day
The way I tight pass em, feelin some type a way
Can’t tell if I was jokin when d kettle bottles open
Can’t tell what I’ve been holdin every fuckin piece is broken
Dese shit dat we be smokin got dese minor leaguers chokin
Where’s it that they goin when they say they’re bout to go in?
Nowhere from here to Glasgow, drinkin till I pass out
An I’m no actor but best believe I act out
The gas now, I fill up gas up in d glass house
Lash out we’re the only two hear the last shout
Blow it up like C4 when I rappity-rap
Growing up young got to see more than d faculty had
Put Smith down on the mappity-map
Well I carry Calgary on ma affacy back
I’m the germaphobe that lay on ma life virtigo
I’m the Virgo yellin clown while I burn the rope
This that savrin song that 24 that carry rack
This the carron on the straight that they tryna catch
This that money in the bank get you dine an dash
I should be a brown bag the way I’m fine wit trash
Off scotch an green, built d top regime
For composed foes an sloppy teens
An we’re a crew though we root for different hockey teams
Yeaaaaaaaaaa-yea-ee
Bring it on, bring it on mothafucka bring it on
Come on, come on
Hey yo it’s go time
Straight an narrow like astic foe flies
Doe dawd, we aiming arrows at d old guys
Clothes linin em, with a flow that’ll force retirement
Yo mindin em so can’t be ya’ll buy ten
Try again, here’s d change in havin A one day
The way I tight pass em, feelin some type a way
Can’t tell if I was jokin when d kettle bottles open
Can’t tell what I’ve been holdin every fuckin piece is broken
Dese shit dat we be smokin got dese minor leaguers chokin
Where’s it that they goin when they say they’re bout to go in?
Nowhere from here to Glasgow, drinkin till I pass out
An I’m no actor but best believe I act out
The gas now, I fill up gas up in d glass house
Lash out we’re the only two hear the last shout
Blow it up like C4 when I rappity-rap
Growing up young got to see more than d faculty had
Put Smith down on the mappity-map
Well I carry Calgary on ma affacy back
I’m the germaphobe that lay on ma life virtigo
I’m the Virgo yellin clown while I burn the rope
This that savrin song that 24 that carry rack
This the carron on the straight that they tryna catch
This that money in the bank get you dine an dash
I should be a brown bag the way I’m fine wit trash
Off scotch an green, built d top regime
For composed foes an sloppy teens
An we’re a crew though we root for different hockey teams
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