Verse (Pat-Live):
Got damn, you wanna know who I am?
I'm the man with the plan, got the mic up in my hand
I got the flowey man, I'm the coldest man, and you should know this man, spitting real crack I mean the purest brand, reverends' smoked this back in the oldies man
cause it’s golden man, call it golden grahams (ha)
So,
One time for the kid Pat-Live, on the mic, spitting fresh rhymes,
like I'm hung from a clothes line, with the chose lines, of Sophicles, Dr. King, an Einstein
but the times now,
I digress read this readers digesting-reflecting on the words intercepting, the injecting of verbs, respecting my similes curve, you subliminal perv.
let me take you back like an artifact representing three flats on a Cadillac, coming fresh up out the dish rack, farfetched but still grabbing hoes check his motherfucking dispatch,
Lets get it crackin', May I flamblast ya, put the stick into your fit, girl its time to get active,
Cause you got the cake cake , like pancakes I stack em,
Throw my syrup down the barrel, now you banged and gagging. Woah lah,
Remember,
The sex is official; leave you with a limp to,
So no confidential, I hope you ain't nimble, girl check my credentials. Girl check my credentials
Then Ima flammblast that for an hour,
give me more give more don’t cower,
cause I love that screw face, the screwed face like ya' eating sum sour.
Suck me for an hour,
bust real hard made it shower,
slid down her tongue went down her throat as she swallowed devoured, yum yum yum clam chowder, owder, owder, outer.


Verse (Charles):

Just got a coal lit for the hookah
Tryna call a bad chick for the hook up
Cook a steak up and a salmon
For my shorties and my man’s dem
That’s FELLA.
We stay higher than clouds
Cut sharper than plane propellers
And Ain’t nun you lames can tell us
Jus Jealous.
Finna grab shawty in the hills and I’m Trinidad James in this bit like
All god everthing in this bit AY
Didn’t wanna curse so I left out the C and I left out the H
When it came to that bit Gotdamn
Like my man Pat say, in the mall we be all bout that Pass Play.
Ask Shawty to the left if she ever wanna hang sometime
If so grab digits then step like
HOWAAAAARRREEE U Ms. Bridgett
IMAAAAAA young college graduate
Seen ya round the way in Forever 21 and you say you 31
Still hot like Sauna. Fam this FELLA I bang with the squad
Got both sides its the brain and the brawns.
Hit ya squad quicker than fist to face
Leaving ya wrists in cuffs
Twisting ya whole kit up
Thinking I’m quick to bluff
When all my lyrics touch yo soul.
Feel it when I’m kicking flows
Silly chilly willy mode killin hoes really
DOOOEEEE OH NOOOOO
I’m off the flow…FELLA!!

(Chant)

Verse (Grant):

Fella said he hospital like Pap smear
Pump stomach like Pilsners
Pabst beer in the throat of a hipster
Hysteria fairing thee well when the seams swell
On the jeans of some mean tail giving you a mean tell
You can but read like braille
Gripping butt with your fingers
Or just bag a bitch with a bouquet of wisteria
Flowers for bountiful roundedness
Rowdiness cresting the sexual pinnacle
Pacing your breaths…
Who the fuck got so liquored up for triplets Ken…
Doll you a dog for the Barbie
Skew it on or screw her with a thong on
For the rest of this got damn song
Outlast the Outkast reunion Stankonia or not
Plight of the pawn sacrifice of the lot
Size of the throne be the Rome to your dot
Scale on the map be the length of your rap
I mean the days that your reign as the king of the rats
Pat-Live go’n flamblast your fans’ asses
And C Ram be the man with any flow for your fancy
Grant me the tenacity to
Smash a banshee while eating strawberry candy
Sweet like a scream yearly via Howler
Fella borrow fellow Fella flow but louder
Neon staircase basement Bambaataa
Throwback eighties encounter
Hands in the air arm and hammer mace
Keep it medieval nod your crown to evaluate the bass and
Fuck ‘em all if they don’t take kick drums to the face.