[Intro]
(By with a little help from my friends)
All I need is my buddies
(High with a little help from my friends)
I say, I'm gonna get high
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Oh yeah
(Oooooh)
You are now listening to Track4merz

[Verse: VI Seconds & MIKE CLASSIC]
Bitches give me play cause I'm the hardest in my section
And I black on wax like Charlamagne's complexion
Devil-like when I'm vexing, you n***as playing position
Placing bets on peoples' lives when I'm swerving through inner sections
You're sparring with a veteran, what I'm causing is tension
The rawest artist spitting, the one that y'all gotta mention
Fuck is with all the tension? I'm coming up from the trenches
Corner stores, drug spots, business right off the benches
Yeah, no need to question, my act's iller
Your bars small, mine big as the jaw on Mac Miller
Big boss gorilla, my shit's the size of giraffes
Dodging haters in my path, I'm Sam Jackson playing Shaft
Forwarn, feel wrath, fuck out my presence
I'm nicer with the words than Oprah when she's giving presents
Guarding your precious, my persona majestic
While Miley Cyrus' naked in the back of my six-seven
Sixx wrecking in six sections, I'll split you
Born to make it bang, bitch, my zodiac's a pistol
Bulldogs, you shih tzu, your bitch don't miss you
She suck my whole team off and spit the kids on tissue
Nah n***a, it ain't an issue, you're guaranteed to feel me
'Cause I tear shit up like Kobe's Achilles
Life spared, Milli Vanilli, Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer
I'll put them bears on your face, no country grammar
My style bananas like a baboon's dying
My fans do riot, 'cause I'm crack through sinus
It get dude's minus
You're fucking with the finest n***a in the game
Bitch, bow to your highness
I'm over here gettin' you n***as with pliers
Steroids under my bars, McGwire
Corned beef sire, poisonous givin' you work, we supply the buyers
Work
Car crash, guitar smash, n***a getting your broad smashed
Getting the internet pissed, coming for a n***a in all caps
N***a wanna talk bout me, like a bitch on E, multiplied by three
[?], n***a, go
WWE, n***a, RAW
Fuck the internet, get your bitch wet
N***a, fucking with The Rebel is a regret
In the studio when it sound like spit tech
We stepped in, all these little n***as get stressed
Boom-bye-bye when a n***a wanna talk shit
Blood clot when I decide to toss it
My go, my flow, I go psycho
Killing all these n***as ever since I was a zygote
Spit flame, firefighter, Human Torch, pyro
You’re a bit low key, but you still hit a high note
Run to your town like Jumanji, on a rhino
Getting more green than the snot outta my nose
Yeah, I got that funked up powers in my head, n***a
Goku, told you
I don't fuck around, that's what hoes do
I'm a bully to a nerd
Snatching lunch, doing dirt, uh
Ferg did this flow, but T.I. did it first
Yeah, I’m ridin' ‘round up in it
So wake up in a Bugatti
They see us in that tint and
We turn up poppin’ that lobby
I throw up in your Bugatti
Switch lanes in that 'Rari
Known to get shit poppin'
Trinidad with Molly
Po-po-po pop the tires on your 'Rari
Put bird shit on your window
Put pressures up on your pasture
While the bitch going through her menstrual
Menstrual, I'm mental
Fine, n***a, then face this
I put the rims in your grill
Hope you enjoy braces
Uh, playing dominoes with the woolly mammoths
Painting pictures with the scriptures with a holy canvas
Cohiba smoking, bitch poking, while my mind dances
Hell's Kitchen, smacking Hitler, Whitney Houston dancing
I'm Sub Zero, Rob De Niro in his best role
Punchlines takes away your soul and leave a chest cold
Recognize that I'm bringing hell, I'm coming for your bitch's head
Like Miguel’s thighs
A n***a dismiss Sixx when he spit? Not I
I'm Popeye on spinach, don't get big if we lock eyes
The re-definition of vicious when my verse goes
It's trouble trying to touch this kid, like Joe Paterno
Suicide Sixx, if you ain't heard of me yet
Bet I got your favorite son without paternity test
N***a