Our Team

I drive a blue car, a shitty little used car

And I won’t be in a new car until every one of you are

I’m in this Subaru just cruising with my dude shotty

Me and Chukwudi wiping boogers on your Bugatti

We bukkake your Bugatti with snot rockets

Do not knock it

My crew’s hotter than Hot Pockets

Man we’re some damn survivors

And someday we’ll be riding on albino Bengal tigers

We’ll be goin Platinum with no plateaus

You’ll be fittin cities in the shadow of our chateaus

And we will buy all the tacos, pools got all the grottos

Our autos got grottos

Glass bottom Benzes fuck you we got those

Backstroke to the trunk to duck the paparazzo

Or fuck it maybe not though

Either way I’ll roll with my muchachos

Before we fly into a rage

Try to keep a parakeet who’s wiser than its age

We’ll use our wings to bend the wires of the cage

My inky fingers kindling the fire on my page

We’ll keep it true and that’s a pinky fucking swear

Drink your blood but do it with a pinky in the air

Pinky and the brain

Kinky Jewish hair

And when we fall we’ll do it like a slinky on the stair

Jinky Scooby Doo, this dude’s the shit

I handle business while a doobie dangles from my lips

Hit an iceberg but we won’t abandon ship

While the Titanic’s sinking we’ll be dancing on the tip

And if they drop an anvil on our anthill

And we amble at our ankles bent at angles

We won’t trip

The Earth'll split because we're off the fucking Richter

We can turn a victim to a victor

Kudi’s been crashing in the backroom and he might freeze

Each night he realizes DVDs and Nikes

If you shuffle past the empty whip-it canisters, down the hall and up the stairs

And past the busted banister

D's pushing Cali but he says the high is heady

He mailed himself a couple of Os he sewed inside a teddy bear

I’m steady there in Max’s bedroom working on a dope banger

Rapping through some panty hose we stretched over a clothes hanger

And I’m still scraping bird shit off the merch box

Staying up in Super 8s and writing rhymes in Word docs

Cause nothing worth having works fast

And I’ll be riding coach until the whole squads in first class

If you can’t see it find your contacts

Play this verse in court and use it as a binding contract

Put it on my mom pact I won’t bitch and moan

I’d rather I’d be broke with the homies than rich alone

You can smell the excellence when one of us appears

It must be musty with the musk of all my Musketeers

So crack a couple beers

We’ll burn this sucker free

We take no fuckery

So you can raise your cup of cheer

We’re fucking durable

We’re sparklier than Charles Barkley’s head; you’re fucking turrible