Ooooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh

Ooooooh-oooh-oooh

Ooooh-ooh-ooh-oooooh

Ooooooh-oooh-oooh

Yes I did it, won't admit it

Its my critique so fuck the critics

Double big, like double digits

Double D’s that's quite delicious

Love being high, ain't avoid space travel

Look inside my lunchbox, find a poison laced apple

Take one bite and I feel alright

Then I vomit in the toilet staying up all night

I’ll fight any MC who's down to battle

Turn your eyes, by surprise, hit you like a tackle

Imitate how they act and man I fucking hate that

I run circles 'round your ass like a race track

You take that but to me it don't matter see

My mouth runs till its dry like a battery

Had to be cursed, but it is just my plan

Beating me worse than an illiterate blind man