[Intro: GameboyJones]
Ay, yeah, you sat, OK, yeah yeah yeah, OK OK, buh buh, let's go!

[Verse 1: GameboyJones]
I’m like who is your man's to me?
Can't remember his name, was it Nanime? No, it was Nanami
That boy just caught a lobotomy
Homie was mental for thinking he want any part of me
Broke him like pottery
Well, your grade wasn’t special, so honest, your "talent" was lost on me
Lost your autonomy
Came to Shibuya to lose it, now you're in a place where you oughta be
Get back, get back, yeah, I got my get back
It's all fun and games when you jumping a n***a
Bring out the crew, now your crew looks disfigured
Ten Shadows Technique - how I run with my Shiba
You thought you had hittas? Ha!
I roll with demons, and none of them leaving no evidence
Thought it was evident
Boxed up the best, now the rest of you n***as are looking irrelevant, bitch!
You loving to hate me, I love when you hate me
You hate that I love it, it's driving you crazy
My vibe be on Hades, I'm hot with no AC
I'll heat up your block and do that on the daily
You grabbing for safety, but safety ain't coming
Know that I do this, so you getting done in
Seen your facade and revealed you ain't nothing
This ain’t even a song, I’m just talking shit
Ain't no one do it better, so lock your lips
You just look like someone I ain’t rocking with
When I walk through, I bring the apocalypse
When I walk through, everything gets flattened
When I walk through, people's like what happened?
When I walked through, they thought they could beat me
Y'all comedians, you really got me laughing
[Chorus: GameboyJones]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm in stitches
Keep that blah-blah-blah-blah-blah for them bitches
If you shot shot shot shot shot, now you finished
On your block, you got popped, we on top, and you isn’t
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm in stitches
Keep that blah-blah-blah-blah-blah for them bitches
If you shot shot shot shot shot, now you finished
On your block, you got popped, we on top, and you isn't

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
If you walking with gang, bet we hunting humans
See we fucked up the game on some Kama Sutra
Got a lot on my plate, so I'm grubbing stupid
Couple lousy losers perfect pets to prick
Find conclusions with
Lose your lip, moving lip, stupid shit, stupid wrist, fingers twist
Every hit sure hit wouldn't miss, wouldn't miss 'em
If he dumped in a ditch
Hands started flying, push up my fingers
Your missus was banter, I got her transfigured
You're human, I'm different, I'm laughing, he crushing
He got me in stitches, I speak from experience
Power and potential peak when you furious
Sweet 'till he crack, brodie yack on his durian
Beat BPM, but my black flash hurrying
Slurry of hits, heavy hoist up your chin
This the work of a mers, level high how it hurt
I'm on ASAP, Mahito putting in work
Say you putting in overtime, bro, why you gotta lie?
He punch the clock like a goddamn clerk
La-la-laughing 'bout life, got your boy cracking up
Pack him up, if he touch, then he lucky, if sent towards the sun
If it's sum 'bout us, then it's us running up
And if sum come up, bet them boys running up
I'mma curse, I'mma crunch, I'mma kill
I'mma hunt, you a bitch, you a bum, we get rid of those quick
Through the eyes of the victor, you learn how to live
Eye of beholder, behold - how your relatives smoldered
This weight that you shouldered
You base of the mountain, we top of the ticket
Flying at skyline, dodging the thicket
Man, this infinite humor, I'm burning your friendships
[Chorus: GameboyJones]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm in stitches
Keep that blah-blah-blah-blah-blah for them bitches
If you shot shot shot shot shot, now you finished
On your block, you got popped, we on top, and you isn't
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm in stitches
Keep that blah-blah-blah-blah-blah for them bitches
If you shot shot shot shot shot, now you finished
On your block, you got popped, we on top, and you isn't