​wejusfreestylin’ Gym Class Heroes

Yeah!

[Verse 1: Jim Paciulli]
I flow nicely, you know who I be
Last name Paciulli, aka Jimmy G
Be a rotten Crab Apple underground MC
And I do this all for love so I rhyme for free
And that's just fine with me
So let me tell you a lil' somethin' about my family tree
I got roots from Italy, not Germany or Ireland
Fuck guns, it's all deadly lyrics that I'm firin'
My kids don't listen, to what the Don say
They rattle the whole enclave like Dante
From The Last Don did, grab a L, then I'm
Rollin' chronic, gotta get the bomb lit son
I smoke so much I got a call just to get off
At the hospital they spray my lungs to get shit off

[Verse 2: Travie McCoy]
Model number 051-664795
Unidentified flyin' classified surveillance
Sweatin' paranoia fluids and juices produces
A liquid army of Battlecats
With pins in they hand
This world's a notebook
I left my last thoughts on South America
Visualizin' galaxies and starin' at stars
And thinkin' how my next verse might be
Written on Mars or Jupiter
Most cats got cataracts in they third eye
That's why I
Try to focus mine
With the bird's eye perspective
Act like a ghetto child and get neglected
Or like my fifth grade teacher disrespected
Now I'm on point, and Ritalin gets all the credit
Computer chips
Underneath my skin so I'mma shed it
That's why I
Stay focused, my word is birth 'cause I deliver it
Lyrical M-I-C-section induced by injections of Ritalin