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Tough as I'm gonna act, smooth as I wanna be
Tell your chick to take a freakin' seat, Wurthy on TV
My damn self, workin' the beat in the BG
I cop adrenaline stayin' alive, like the Bee Gees
No BG, no cash money clique, in dis bitch
Yes my crew, got my back, while I spit ballistic
Metaphors at domes, I eject these rap clones
My machete shown, I dissect, these rap home grown
Tomatoes, dissin' my skills that they never had
Now they're used to catchin' my flow like a Maxi Pad
Your green silent, my cash talkin' like Charlie Sheen
Call it whipped Jenga how I be stacking this cream
I'm swole, get dolo, for my photo post on Ebay
Cut model chicks like a DJ, no JK
I'd rip you harder on the micra, but I'm lazay
Sleepin' in church like I partayed all Saturday
Now who gettin' wild, who tryna act naughty
Never fear, Pete Wurthy is at the party
Look at shawty, do that dance
Now I'm in my b-boy stance
A cracker wit' flavor like Lance
Tipsy, tryna hold my pants up
Ya homie tryna get a fat stack
Whack dudes tryna win the keys to their house back
Gamblin', sippin' somethin', steady cussin' like a sinna
I'll make it up later but tonight I'm a winner
Skills kinetic, I'm trill poetic, same frontwards to backwards
Like dyslexic, but I stay focused to get this
On the real, still I bless this mic, my chest is getting
Cut up like the butta on a grill, prevent me like an
Ill sickness, kill victims no steel, you witness
Snide bitches, saying Wurth fed you verb meals for breakfast
Lunch and dinner, I'm a sinner but I walk with Him
Ain't no skin off my dorsal fin if you decide
You ain't a rap fan, tell a member of congress
While this metaphorical vile attack your flesh
When you consider surface of globe, I'm da best
Cuz I spit phonics impossible to digest
Makin' Saturday Nights Live, Pete's the right guy
Never courteous but curt when it comes to mic fights
I got the game on lock like a jail keeper