[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
Raw champion of karate, champion
Tree's are space gray, clips are butter melt
Faded like Juvenile and BG
Chops like shoulder blades off of MP's
Raps you always lack, I got plenty
Flex it, ain't gotta go all in and go ten deep
Weak n***a's back, bath and give me fifty feet
Hope ya new Puma's get pummeled by 20 dirty cleats
Doctor Phil, my thoughts get the Oprah okay
Millionaire lifeline, for you is a no way
I keep heat on tap and heat on stand-by
I tree on the wax and play from the land-line
Wraps of raps on whacks on raps on all nine
No babyface, this is for the cool in you
Just gold grills, this is for the goon in you
Since taste makers talking and never put food in you
Word up!
If i'm driving, you know that I'm swerved off
And if I'm riding, you know they serving me cups of-
World Championship Karate Champion

[Verse 2: Zeroh]
Nasty craft, yo come, the covert ugly
Duck if the public ever come to love me
Rugged study G, cruddy tee, muddy jeans, no shoes
And cracked toe nails, ooze, bloody scenes, it's whatever
Bitches walk like they afraid to die
I hike, success is more tried and cry
Laughing at you sassy n***as in saucy draws
The wi-fi 92C36F9
Just please stop whining on vine, it's all matter
Mind instantly gramming on shatter
If you ain't fucking with moose, scooping wax off the platter
It's elite, summer THC taffy disaster
No crumbs or thumbs, mad than a hatter
EQ fat, so pregnant with emotion
Coach, window seat, still rock some cold when your old
Cop an attitude at this altitude?!
Man we cold
World Championship Karate Champion
[Verse 3: Jonwayne]