YUH!

[Hook: Project Pat]
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got- I got- I got-

[Verse 1: RO-B. Z.]
I got no fucks to spare (Nah)
Way I’m swanging this weight, it’ll be too much to bear (Bitch)
You ain’t gon’ put shame on my name, RO-B. Z. bring the pain with the method
Kick, punch, and tear (Buh!)
Rip you hardcore, like RZA or porno flick bitches
Admit it, you’ll be gone in hell (Bitch)
Fuck with me, I leave you DOA, I Prevail
Punkin’ me is like the wrath of God, beware (Hoe)
‘Cause Robbie paranoid, and he prone to anger (Woo, woo)
Double-cross his path, see the sign that say “Danger” (Woo, woo - Nah)
I don’t keep it rap, already been to jail, so (Woo, woo)
If 12 on my tail, then they found your body face-first (Woo, woo - Oh, no)
"Is that metaphorical, or is he a wannabe Shady? (Okay, okay)
He white and sheltered, that’s at least a maybe (Okay, okay - Shout out...)
He says “mumble crap”, autotune make him angry (Okay, okay - ...corny white rappers)
He don’t belong in the-" (Okay)
God, shut up and fellate me! (Okay, o-)
I don’t vibe with the crowd that say Thugger is cancer (Nah)
Don’t vibe with the kids that say OGs are washed (No)
Both of you prudes, don’t know who I wanna check more
Should hit you with the same as Fantano hit Ron’ (Grow the fuck up!)
Oh, the web got you geeked to be hating on everything
Bitch, I rap for the sole reason of “Fuck you!”
Self-sucking bastard, your words don’t mean anything
Kill yourself, bitch, yo family don’t want you
Rob a D1 hater, and you doing it wrong (Woo, woo)
I might unrelease your life when I put you in song (Woo, woo)
Put your house on the net, say whatever I want (Woo, woo)
Even shoot my shot at the girl that you love (Woo, woo)
You know I been rappin’ since “Four Horsemen” drop (Bitch)
I’mma be rapping ‘till four horsemen come (Bitch)
Lomax-looking ass say he’ll send me to God
Lil bitch, I’m Tom Six, now do it doggy and, uh

[Refrain: RO-B. Z.]
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!) Human Centipede me
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!) Since you want to beat me
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!) You obsessed with me, please
Get you a job or quit being offbeat (Bap!)
Nobody saying you dope, you are cheese

[Hook: RO-B. Z., Project Pat]
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope (Fat ass motherfuckers from AZ...)
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope (...saying they can rap better than me and shit. Boy, I know...)
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope (...fat motherfuckers who can rap ten thousand times better than you, shut the fuck up!)
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got- I got- I got- (Matter of fact, Crypt, show him what the fuck is up.)

[Verse 2: Crypt, RO-B. Z., Both]
I don't talk 'bout none, boy, I be about it (Yeah)
When I get up on the track, you know the heat is on it (Ugh)
People wanna tell me that they better whenever we get together (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy - Wooo...)
But the clever leaves 'em like trees in the weather of November (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy - Hey! - ...oooo!)
I'm a beast, dawg (Roof), you can't compete, dawg (Roof)
Throw it around for nothing, I hit first like a lead-off (Ah)
If you got a weak jaw, don't speak 'cause
I'mma leave your teeth swinging back and forth like a seesaw
Don't lease nothing 'cause I am the boss (Yeah)
Don't mean golf (Yeah) when I say I'm bouta go and T off (Uh)
Couldn't beat me (Nope) even if it's in a dream (Nope)
Only thing that you can beat is on your meat when you beat off (Haha)
So be gone, they gon' call you a leech 'cause (Why?) you suck
'Bouta cook, so I turn the grease on (Hot)
I'mma go rouge when I spit my flows
And I turn it to the maximum, don't mean Nissan (Vroom)
Lately, boy, I been on one
Won't stop until I get the job done
I've been droppin' bombs like I am Oppenheimer
All my opps is optin' just to talk some
Wanna go against me? I'm the wrong one
You the weakest link, and I'm the strong one
I'm a man of God, and I'mma let you meet him
And I'll ask forgiveness at tommorow's sun
Homie told me that he's gonna roll me
Light me up and smoke me like the joint he tokes
So I dropped the addy, said I'd fight him happy
Yeah, let's make it scrappy, no, it's not a hoax
And with his pupils wide, I saw it in his eyes
He thought he's gonna die for those shots he's thrown
Now I'm spraying rounds like I'm Al Capone
I called him out, now will he show?

[Refrain: Crypt, RO-B. Z., Both]
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!) I really wanna know
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!) Let's go blow for blow
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!) You ain't 'bout it, bro!
Back on up, 'cause I can see you shook
Don't take much to read you like a book

[Hook: RO-B. Z., Project Pat]
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope (Boy, do not fuck with me, boy.)
Mane, you- Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got- I got- (I am making moves you cannot comprehend, bitch.)