text: Lace the fuck up, muthafucka
  And Im young Ozzy
  Machine gun little Tommy
  Mayhem fuckin Pamela up in the lobby
  Make her shake then she bake like Im Ricky Bobby
  Eat the munchies then I skate like Im playin hockey
  Sex pistol, everything I said Vicious
  Im makin Johnny Cash, haters eat my Limp Bizkit
  Buy a dub then I step, no Skrillex
  Grab the Jimmy, no Hendrix
  Put my dick in her appendix then bust
  Yeah, I dont give a fuck
  I eat pussy so that means I can eat whoever I want
  And these rappers smell a little fishy, maybe you a lunch
  Im a muthafuckin punker, you a muthafuckin punk
  Tour bus full of girlfriends, everybody fuck
  Bamboos full of elephant trunk you call blunts
  So if you with me throw them fuckin ls up
  EST or you a muthafuckin cunt, bitch, what
  Im hated, Im hated, Im hated, Im hated
  Im hated, Im hated, Im hated, Im hated
  Muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated
  Muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated
  Yeah, bitch, Im hated, yeah, bitch, Im hated, yeah, bitch, Im hated, yeah, bitch, Im hated
  Yeah, bitch, Im hated, yeah, bitch, Im hated, yeah, bitch, Im hated, yeah, bitch, Im hated
  Muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated, muthafucka, Im hated
  And I dont give a fuck, bitch, Im
  Big chief of chuck Ts wife beater
  Still hood four doors no two seater
  Juanita, brain like a smart senior
  And she pop two like she got a cold fever
  Fuck bitches, dudes dont fly neither
  Two liters of the brown me and Tecca Ninna
  The green give me amnesia
  While its Kells poppin out the goddamn speaker
  Now too many people keep up with the wordplay of my raps, dawg
  So maybe the crititcs slow and Im too fuckin fast, dawg
  Theres three reasons why I am better than your favorite rapper star
  I can rap hard, I got better fans, and Ill beat his fuckin ass, dawg
  Cleveland on my shoulder like a backpack
  Cleveland on my shoulder, look at that tat
  Cleveland is the city where Im at
  Bring the cheese and turn this bitch into a muthafuckin rat trap
  Fuck the chorus, I been hated and they know that
  Fuck the forest, chop the trees and then we blow that
  Ima Taurus, but I dont bullshit
  You can get the fuck out or come and get this full dick
  And maybe call up a couple of fans
  And they didnt come over because they were scared
  Because they were intimidated by the noise or maybe by the mohawk in my hair
  Or maybe my boys who dont even rap
  Or the many celebrities that it attract
  Instead of adapting to ski mask
  A matter of fact how bout, you know what, give me that
  Im hated, hated, hated, hated
  Ha, lace up, bitch
  Til you face up, bitch
  Until then, blaze up, bitch
  They hate us, bitch
  But thats who made us, bitch
  That girl gon blame us, bitch
  And if you sleepin on the kid, wake up, bitch
  Bitch, bitch, I heard the girls like it when I say, Bitch!