[Verse One: Chris Webby] I'ma outdo you, don't know what I do to You, bitch I'm cuckoo Only white boy at private school, rockin' FUBU's Spittin' flames like a dragon, homie, call me Mushu Like Yogi, leave you with a Boo Boo, from punches and kicks You'll catch a pummelin', now tell me, who's fuckin' with this? I'm runnin' this shit, with my troublesome clique Won't stop 'til I'm drownin' in a puddle of spit Pussy tends to come my way, call me catnip A fuckin' bull mastiff, hit 'em with a kick, make 'em backflip This is madness, drunk and chuggin' a forty Writing in my notebook, but this isn't a love story Grimier than Nori, but I stay with cream Leaving you lost, like Oceanic Flight 815 Real mean, when I get up on the mic and shred it No copy, paste or edit, I'm nice, so don't sweat it
[Hook: Vice Versa] And you know that I'm a rider, boy So try the boy He'll spit flames and fire, boy, so hey I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches And you know I'm spittin' fire, boy Retire boy Cause I'm a level higher, boy, so hey I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches
[Verse Two: Chris Webby] I make a point like Uncle Sam, stay puffin' grams Drunk as fuck, with my red solo cup in hand You better fuckin' scram, cause I am back, bitch 'Bout to be blowin' up like an inflatable mattress Not one to mess with, cleaner than anti-septic Check it, before this verbal Tec make your chest lit I'm blessed, A+, five stars, with a check, bitch Something like Borat - cause you will never get this Yes, it's vindictive, always blazin' an herb Pockets full of more trees than a nature reserve Oh, word? The illest in the 203rd So fuck what you heard, I'm kickin' 'em to the curb With words illy, cause everything I write, you felt Until I'm rockin' a gold metal like Michael Phelps I'ma keep swimming laps around you, raps around you Outdo you in things that I don't even know how to
[Hook: Vice Versa] And you know that I'm a rider, boy So try the boy He'll spit flames and fire, boy, so hey I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches And you know I'm spittin' fire, boy Retire boy Cause I'm a level higher, boy, so hey I'ma outdo you, bitches, I'ma outdo you, bitches
[Outro: Vice Versa (Chris Webby)] Cause I'm doin' my thing, doin' my thing I'm comin' back around like a boomerang You know, you know (You already know) That I'm the one, y'all can't touch Never stop rappin' 'til I'm rockin' handcuffs ('Til I'm locked up!) You know, I'm dope (I'm dope as a motherfucker) And I'm holdin' it down, holdin' it down (Holdin' it down!) First rapper reppin' a suburban town (Suburbs!) Oh Bitch, oh Don't got no gun, but you gotta run Steppin' to me, you're gonna get outdone You know (Cause I'm nice and you motherfuckers know, baby!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
