[Intro]
(Instrumentals Sampled from Illayaraja's song 'Thumbi Vaa')

Uh, yeah!
Brodha V
Repping Machas With Attitude
Yeah, Indian style

[Verse 1]
Picture this, three of the best who grew in the South
Chicks with tits, need us at bed, our loo is their mouth
At sixty six, feel up the chicks, we screwing around
The sickest shit, leaders are here, we ruling the house
Blessed with wit, we so flawless, we could be booing the crowd
Check this bitch, even Oscars begin accusing us 'WOW'
Explicit, copulate like dogs, loose in the wild
So kiss my dick, you populated lot, prove its your child
We miss no hits, we new but tough and bust the Beatles dead
Stick up kids, we doing stuffs ain’t just that legal yet
Kids protect yourselves of be the prey of my agenda
Let’s caress, you girls can feel the place that mark my gender
Twist your wrists, resemble pandas with polio
I spit like clips, and mention rappers to foolish hoes
Grip my fist, don’t be a victim who just bleeding often
Rest in piss, I’m kickin rectums till you sleep in coffins
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