Verse 1:
Boom, boom, bass smash you right in the face
Wired higher from my wild writing, here's a little taste
Of the tasteless bass kicks, faceless racist
Rappers rarely ready for the random wrecking rapist
That's me, I'll force my flow on you
Take my music, use it, destroying what you're used to
You faggot ass kids eqing just bass
Mids are as important but you let it go to waste
And what about the treble them highs make it sing
Making keys gleam with a little ringa-ding-ding
I hope it's just a fling, a fad, this god damn
Flood of lazy rapping cause shits getting bad
When so called artist make nothing but garbage
Making money off yall nothing but retarded
I don't care if it's not PC for me
To say retard, it offends me that none of you see that

Chorus:
We're all full of shit, every rapper
Lyrics we wrote while sitting on the crapper
And regardless if it's good or not
Y'all still eat it up because fuck it, the beat's hot
We don't even try to write rhymes
Making money is the only thing on our minds
Cause we know you'll love it even if it doesn't toughen your judgement of it
Cause fuck it, the beat's hot

Verse 2:
Just think for a minute isn't it a little sad
That chart topping rap is a god damn cash grab
No shred nor snippet of anything legit, it
Seems to me there seems to be just slow shitty similes
That's most lyrical depth in a nut shell
What hell do we live in feeling lyrics don't sell
Oh well I guess I'll go to plan B
Make a song about bitches on their knees sucking D
"I'm really fucking rich and I've got a huge dick
Seven inches soft, every chick wants a load of this
And I've got 20 cars and I drink till I pass out
Then write some shitty raps about my life as a sell out"
Without a doubt that's what rap has become
And for some reason y'all are too dumb
To see past the mass mountains of musical mockery
That's gotten me pissed and peeved, you'll never put a stop to me

(chours)