[Verse 1: Wax]

You watching this, I don’t need your co-sign

Regardless I’ll be chilling up in the hammock in no time

Hawaian coast line, my girl’s so fine

Bikini blow-drying up on the clothes line

No mind on the bovine

I puked up the blue pill we were forced to eat

I’m intolerant to the lactose in the corporate teet

I’m starting not to want to participate or compete

Weren’t we meant to live a life more complete

You know there’s people in Peru right now that are hunter gatherers

And many recent studies have discovered that they’re happier than we are

I’m to rapping what the Kardashians are to PR

Preface my name with a D-R, huh

But I made a plan to kick the game in its smelly rectum

And I don’t deviate like a healthy septum

I’m the truth and it hurts fools

Yeah go and type Wax in ya YouTube search tools

And buy some merch fools

[Verse 2: Rapsody]

Despite Sprite I thrist for mics

Like the look on racists' face if Kanye was Christ

It’s unbelievable, put fear in a poltergeist

He shaking twice, spit something that the Pope won’t like

I’m hoping Mike will understand my ultralight

Like a Sosa night run home to momma, damn she nice

Moonwalking, I’m just a talking and it’s really all light

10% dis or I can give you 90 tonight

Hurting for life, turn ‘em blue like I’m Walter White

Couldn’t face me with Skype, ‘til we cake like Tina and Ike

At your throat boy, fly like Elliott’s bike

Extraterrestrial flow, I’m so outta they sight

In the stars, where Kendrick threw bars, you was abroad

That G5 praying to God, I brought in the squad

And look how I bodied it like Playboy cards

Now they outta control like I said I'm the Queen of New York

It’s Rap

[Verse 3: Emis Killa]

Today we are going out baby it’s wow

I bring you to the moon, say hi to the world

You purr and say “miao” and I’ll bring you the Chanel

I take five stars from the sky and I put them in this hotel

Brr, I’m more than cold, I’m Sub-Zero

The sun kisses beautiful people and I burn like a vampire

Get undressed, enjoy the tropical sea

Which is the end of the world fuck 2012 off

If I would have fistfight and would take a lot

I’ll fall down but the on a red carpet

I’ve got so much swag that if we go around

People don’t know what I see the panorama or my shoes

I’ve got a watch that shines so much that

I don’t even see what fucking time it is

I treat you as q queen, because I’m a king

If I were Christ, I would wear the gold edition crown of thorns

[Verse 4: Rittz]

I’m getting paid, I finally made it

But haters don’t’ want to see me win

Well I hate the word swag

I hate people that say "my G" and "fam"

I hate "I gotta listen", I’m what Hip Hop is missing

After this one they’ll consider me competition

For the record just because you rapping like you mad

Don't mean you snapping, you just sounding raspy

In Atlanta we don’t ride to that

I bet he get body bagged

I bet he wouldn’t win a boxing match

I’m quick on my feet, I could dodge a jab

You run up, you gunna run out of gas

Cause I'm on top and I'm rhymin'

And choppin' like I was in Karate class

Ya body get sawed in half

You're faker than a knock-off Prada bag, off my launching pad

Dunkin’ on ‘em like I’m Dominique

Reppin’ Strange my chain is stuntin’ on 'em, bada bing!

Off the chain, I should probably party with Charlie Sheen

From the South but I wasn’t brought up like Paula Dean

And y’all are lame I’m ‘bout to X y’all out

I write whatever so fuck it if I let Nas down

Yeah, uh-yeah, get my album

[Verse 5: Jon Connor]

Yo the flow is timeless like a diamond

So when I’m rhyming, I’m mining

They said I was stuck in the rough

And you was just lucky to find it

You was foolish as Frankie Lymon

If you decided to try it or fight it

This is Andre the Giant vers' Daniel Bryan

Yes you want it hot, well allow me to change the climate

If the shoe was on the other foot you wouldn’t even know how to tie it

Somebody tell Rita Ora I sort got feelings for her

Got a crib out in Georgia we could raise a son and a daughter

Or we could go out to Florida where the weather is just as gorgeous

Baby I ain’t playing no games like I ran out of quarters

Hold up this is getting outta hand

‘Cause in a year I'mma be saying I’m not her man

Doin’ the U are not the father dance

‘Cause this is Michigan, proof feminine rappers be talking

Ain’t nobody genuine, I be killing it

They can’t touch him, everybody feeling it

But look I cleared out all y’all that got in the way

And y’all knew that I was ill, but now my doctor is Dre

Aftermath, AVM, Flint, Michigan