Låttexter: Raptile. Mozez. Whatchallwant?!.

[intro:]
Jeeahh! I got my man kemo right here!!
Ahhh, bounce
Throw dem bows
All yall muthafuckaz talk too much

[verse 1:]
Just
Follow da leader, homie, quality speaks for
Itself, 4 yall, its healthier, just swallow the beat up
WHATCHALLWANT? Nobody was backing me up
I spit da truth, hitlers youth, wanted me in back of the bus
I kow its intimidatin, ya flow was eliminated
Da pro was discriminated, but each and every single made it
Top of the charts, dog, dropping da bars, hard,
Till im killin ya militant baraber shot talk, yall
Must hate it, I just made it
They way u look at me, dammn!!!, u frustrated
Fuck haters, come and rate-my-songs
Quake the earth like the A-TOWN-STOMP?

[hook:]
All the haters in da back of the club
Critics tryin to get rid of my stuff
Whatchallwant? I aint fallin off
All of yall muthafuckaz talk too much
Throw dem bows [x6]
All of yall muthafuckaz talk too much

[verse 2:]
I hate talking, but I luv rhyming, (jeeeahhh)
I never fall off, cause I luv grindin (jeeeahhh)
They foldin labels (jeeeahhh) no ones able
To hold the weight, except me, mozez, made it (jeeeahhh)
Monstablokaz, fans goin crazy (jeeeahhh)
Raptillytilly, skillz, so contagious (jeeeahhh)
Broke or famous, (jeeeahhh) im focused, baby, (jeeeahhh)
Yall aint sayin shit like pokerfaces (jeeeahhh)
Ya album, its boring like them golden girls (jeeeahhh)
Ur label, froze u, now ur flows conserved (jeeeahhh)
Big talk gone, so concerned (jeeeahhh)
Just call matty and rappy and shits gon work (jeeeahhh)

[hook: x2]
All the haters in da back of the club
Critics tryin to get rid of my stuff
Whatchallwant? I aint fallin off
All of yall muthafuckaz talk too much
Throw dem bows [x6]
All of yall muthafuckaz talk too much

[outro:]
Everybody talking!! U aint doin shit, nuthin!!!
I travel the world! Uuuhh!!