[rhymenocerus]

Who them fly [censored] when we walk through the party

Pimp talk with the Mac strapped to our body

Bartender's nervous, afraid to serve us, bad service

Un-smacked him on purpose and see this drunk come and burp us

Paper chasers, Starky stayed up in the makings

Theodore conquer the four devils wit the patience

Cellphones is blowin', the crews not available

Ask 'Donna, word in the town, we the realest dudes

We don't need no diamonds rings

All we need is a drum, like, [censored] it, he can rhyme, I'll sing

And in my Yankee hat, you can drop five beans

And then run back to momma, like, all I know is..