[Ruby da Cherry:]
You can catch me chillin’ with the polar bears
Bogus, fucking jokes on us sucka punch
Dat dare sweatshirt wearing mothafucka $crim
Scarier Ric Flair been there done jack
Sack full of cash
Backpack of hash
Grab that stash and dash
There ain’t never a clash
Rip a flash
Swallow ya soul through a flask
Grab that mask and never look back
Black plague sick
Oh wait I meant to say slick
Pissin’ on his missin’ MRS
Dippin’ the tip in the grip
And sipin’ glory, tippin’ maury
It’s a fuckin’ secret story
Kinda boring, yeah
(UH) Stormin’ in the southeast
Shit it’s really pourin’
But I’m snorin’
Hit the alarm clock
While my stocks in farm blocks
Gets hot, like a pot
On the fuckin’ stove oven top
[$lick $loth:]
Ridin’ solo, through Kyoto
With four hoes, I’m a no show
For more shows, wanna tango
Drinkin’ faygo, maybe mango
Got a tan ho, couple tan bros
Make a fan go, to the van ho
Fuck her mouth til the tears start pourin’ out
I’m just chillin’ eating pizza in a foreign house
Quiet as a mouse, plottin’ on a spouse
What’s this all about? I don’t even know
Only thing I know is that I’m throwed
Sippin’ and spillin’
Villians is chillin’
Eatin’ on children
It’s Scrimmy the villian
Got penicillin
Munchin on Chili’s
Pop a few wheelies
Pop a few pillies
Bite a few tities
With my homeboy timmy
Grippin’ on semis
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)