[Verse 1: Plasthic Slash]
What can I say? (say)
Been in the game trying to double my pay (pay)
Writing an album takes couple of days (days)
Skills make my haters go purple for face (face)
They wanna bring trouble my way, their knuckles is raised
My chuckle's in place, I'm straight (straight)
Still the god of this rap, fuck all of the crap
Your product is wack and fake (fake)
Pushed the envelope like back to sender (what?)
Truly developed a black agenda (sure)
Type of fire that blasts pretenders (yeah)
Might retire but chance is slender (true)
If I do I'll be asked to enter (where?)
Halls of fame off the raps I've rendered (hmm?)
Call my name watch others acts surrender (wow!)
How many tapes since last November? (many)
[Verse 2: Plasthic Slash]
Ta! Me no be Arsene Wenger, still the baba, Tirunesh
Bars! is all Slash remembers, I might drop a quintuplet
Bitches wanna grab him member be like, "Haba! Him too fresh"
Haters is shemales, that's their gender, somebody say na intersex
All my tapes, I fill 'em with knowledge
Cult classics like living in bondage
Y'all gon' learn like children in college
Every hour I'm killing a hostage
I done drop classics in past few years, I just dey wait make cheddar come...
If you don't know I'm one of the dopest emcees, you be deaf and dumb...