Peter

[Intro]

Hold the fuck up

[Chorus: Token]

Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers, how the fuck I pick a ho?

It's like tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes in a row

How'd we become enemies? I really don't know

I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not a sorry-ass

[Verse 1: Token & Tech N9ne]

Good morning, ho, can I get you a water?

I like a degenerate who can regenerate

Liquor be wakin' me up with the scaries

I gotta go hibernate to get that threat away

People are drivin' around with their friend

I'ma knock on each window and tell 'em their friend is fake

I find it funny you talkin' shit 'bout all your homies

And don't think they doing the very same

All of your boyfriends are cheating and

All of your girlfriends know who gon' be fuckin' them after you

Dick got a mind of its own

I be hitting the bathroom to get him to simmer his attitude

I used to live on a cul-de-sac

But I don't like being cornered, I'd rather an avenue

I lay a puss on a puss like a platypus

Platter the puss, look what I put my palette through

Scary day when they call a killer rapper through

You go then like Carrie, they're gonna laugh at you

Crack a few like the comedians have to do

Rap a new, then I got a platinum plaque to view

You got jack to do, then you a sack of poo

Abracadabra from me, get the smackaroo

Half of you capping, no stacking is whack of you

Yappin', your crap is a fat "Yabba Dabba Doo"

Penny-pushing a percentage they pay to us

Missing more money, machinery may fool you

Don't let the dominant Devil delay you, bruh (Bruh)

I convey to you (Right) in the face to bust

Think you standing on business, you lay to dust

All because you made no moment to make mula

So superior, slip and I slay you, bruh

Bomb begets big Beirut blood

[Pre-Chorus: Token & Tech N9ne]

I just told that chubby rapper, "Hit the gym, you weigh too much" (Cheah)

I just told that Christian rapper, "Shut up, bitch, you pray too much" (Cheah)

I just told that syllable rapper, "Dork, you sayin' way too much"

I just told his model girlfriend, "Throw it up", she ate too much (Hold the fuck up)

[Chorus: Token]

Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers, how the fuck I pick a ho?

It's like tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes in a row

How'd we become enemies? I really don't know

I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not a sorry-ass

[Post-Chorus: Token]

Tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes all in line

Talk about me but I can hear it from behind

Did a number on her, but I still gave her her prime

I just made a ten do a split, is she now a five?

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne & Token]

Ayy, you get the murder from Nina

All over the planet, I'm pushin' it right at the satellite

Thinkin' 'bout pushin', I'm off in the cushion

And me and my lady, we usin' a rag a night

Not the mineral, genitals had a fight

I'm in the middle, not little my appetite

Then I'm bustin' on through like a MAGA might

I got a friend like a good Abba Zabba bite

All of my homies are fake

And we truly got nothing in common except that I'm also fake

I put my kids on her face

Then I leave just to let them discuss what to get me for Father's Day

She used to love me and now she might want me to die

But she always know that I'm a call away

Every time I wanna kill myself

I try distracting myself in the mall with a shoppin' day

Body so sensitive, she like a hair trigger

Plus a party in her back like a mullet

If I do crash the car

I might just build me a cabin with it, the interior's wooden

I'm tryin' to find me an older woman

But today I'm in the twenty-two like a bullet

I tried becomin' the friend of a rapper

He ended up hitting his girlfriend, I couldn't

[Bridge: Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne & Token]

I make 'em move when I'm playin' the groove

I get them in the mood and the people, they love it

I got a new one that's coming your way in the summer

I really just gave you a nugget

Fuck it, it'll be so good to hear it

I know all the people are sick of the rubbish

I bet all the women that hear it

Are gonna be begging for that Tecca Nina to plug it

Pissed at punks are pairing me with peons

I pee on, predict the flow (Cheah)

Speaking of flow, I got the type that really rake in the dough (Cheah)

Raimi like as in Sam

I get the evil dead with my four

Five Ninas live back with Token, go (Cheah)

[Chorus: Token]

Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers, how the fuck I pick a ho?

It's like tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes in a row

How'd we become enemies? I really don't know

I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not a sorry ass—

[Post-Chorus: Token]

Tic-tac-toe, I keep my exes all in line

Talk about me, but I can hear it from behind

Did a number on her, but I still gave her her prime

I just made a ten do a split, is she now a five?

(Hold the fuck up)

[Verse 3: Token]

I just told that loser rapper, "Make a friend, you have no bros"

I just told that ho Canadian rapper, "Pussy, go back home"

I just told that thirty-five year old rapper, "Don't lie about your age"

I just told that label head to let that rapper out his cage

Losin' respect for the people I used to look up to

Bro, don't meet your heroes, they're cornballs

I'm tryna become a girl 'cause when you catch a girl in a lie

She convince you it's your fault

Token left both of her legs shakin' so much

They gave out at work and she left with the floor crawl

People love tellin' a joke about me

Like I won't be a legend the day that the Lord call

[Outro: Kam Patterson]

You get it? You not supposed to be here

If you keep actin' like it, like the shit you blow right now

You never gon' be here again, man

Figure it out, you fuckin' weirdo