Verse 1
I write till my fingers look like a bouquet of roses
you gotta bring yourself your flowers now in show biz
focus it's Quiet [bad word] on let's go kids
everybody get together with a study buddy and then talk about then [bad word] that I don't give
Because it's so big and explosive
but a lotta people don't live
they don't ever get a motive
but if you got a goal you gotta hold onto it that what hope is
If I didn't have it I would ask you where the rope is
work is my church and so the studio's the closest
I spit it sick until my cootie flow's the grossest
don't be so [bad word] just be focused on your own [bad word] cause we supercalifornialisticyandweknowsit/
you're not my biness
I go for number one, not a top five finish
you can have a chicken pot pie
but I'm thinking that I'm gonna have another can of Popey's spinach
i'm rotweiler
pop my collar
when I pop my fur
you're on my nerves
mark my words
gotta put a leg up and then mark my turf

Verse 2
Work until I'm black and yellow black and yellow, worker bee
I just work until I'm black and blue and burgundy
Burgundy, work until I earn that rich mahogany
honestly, can't you tell I'm working, [bad word] don't bother me
show some modesty, if you're watching me/
a [bad word] is anybody in my way it's not misogony
But if yer blockin me
I will soon defeat you
build a bridge above you
Or I'll tunnel underneath you
I will eat you and excrete you and I'll feed you to the flowers
If I need to I will go right through you and absorb your powers
I put in hour after hour let's be crystal clear
I'll gonna get there if it takes a day or fifty years/
I finger bang my fears
I'll [bad word] punch a dragon
Even with the himalayas in my way it's gonna happen
Waiting doesn't work, and praying may [bad word] through
And hoping doesn't work. So I will be the one to (work)