Oh Really

[Verse 1: Martian]
I'm about to fuck the game up coz i got bored
And if i win the shit I'm fucking up the game some more
And if i lose then I'ma table flip the fucking bored and
Punch your granny out because she wouldn't change the fucking score

Kill em effortlessly, but still put effort in
Night driving on MDMA and Pseudo ephedrine
All these other rappers are just rats in my experiment
I snatch the next specimen administer the sedative

Rappers wanna contest they don't know the shit they're stepping in
Nah that's like tryna out moustache some mexicans
Nah that's like tryna out skinny anorexic kids
Or tryna be a man of steal standing next to lexington

No you Don't wanna grab Coop in a bad mood
I'll rub your eyes with hands covered in shampoo
You on that fake shit, now thats a Sham-Poo
I'll leave you panda eyed when i swing with a stick of bamboo

[Verse 2: Ayhay]
You better dam move or you're gonna face death
So fucking ill Aids gets an AyHay test
Grade A sex i don't gotta impress her
Forget lifting weights cracker I'll just dick press her

Nearly 30 but still living at my mums house
So if you wanna bang let me make sure that my mums
Yo it hurts my soul, I was certain yo
Out of all my bloody friends I'd be first to blow

But instead I'm humping midgets at a circus show
Doing lines of coke mixed with motherfucking birth control
(some good shit) Russian roulette with 6 bullets
Talking to myself like don't be a bitch PULL IT

Bang, Blood splattered like a saw movie
You never met someone more loony
Your girl home with a sore booty
Courtesy of yours truly

[Verse 3: Martian/Ayhay]
[Martian]
I keep such an open mind
But thats so i can take my brain out to try and fit more coke inside
Come across me and your day could turn worse
Shit i could set myself on fire and you'd still catch the burn first
[AyHay]
I got this game under lock and key
No stopping me your girls a fan all i drop is heat
Shes back at mine for some proper D
Fuck doing shots of vodka we're doing shots of bleach

[Martian]
Nah I'll show up to your cubicle dressed for a funeral
In a suit and all and pull my AK and shoot em all
You can catch me at the after party
I'll be doing lines off your ex like a bunch of roman numerals
[AyHay]
Snorting till my nose like skeletors
Theres not enough groupies in this bitch let in more
If they ain't down to bang tell me why we met her for (metaphor)
When i die to the lowest bid i sell my corpse
[Martian]
Well last night i was on shrooms
Fucked your mum and told your dad to find a new room
And i don't care if it's too soon
I'll fuck a pregnant bitch so bad that the babies gonna have to find a new womb