[Verse 1: PG-13]

I get melodies for beats in my dreams
Ideas for sampling just come to me

I'm 17 in the burbs so it's hard to get material,
But I'm good with the words

Call PG a NERD but I ain't Skateboard P
I get good grades old white people scared me

Another black man in power that's threatening
Still narcolepsy sleeping on get the methamphetamine

I got better means of numbing niggas than the ketamine
Sicker than a death disease you'll need promethazine

I'm eating Fruity Loops cuisine
The movie rating
Same as the film you seen on your telescreen

Yeah I got hella scenes causing hella screams
I'm It like King we the Birds see the wings
We fly,
You pedaling,
We reveling
I get a bunch of things you could never see

I get a ton of cat get no v****a, bummer
It's funny seeing all this ice in North Carolina summer

I get a ton of cash and you ask for some but
You pitiful I'll give back after making fun of you

I get a ton of ass you a gotdamn urinal
Just like the yssup I get it popping like kernels

I keep an open mind like a funnel
You only got two eyes open, why your vision like a tunnel

The music shit here see I'm on the come up
I run up
And fuck up
Your rain stealing thunder
You dumb fuck
You done bruh
I've done done some damage
A savage on the drums boy
Rumpumbumbum

Got your girl over here and she wanna --- but
You Dum Dum
She don't want to lick your rapper huh bruh?

Just give up
I go hard as Golf Wang you putt putt
You stuck up
Get the butt plug out your shitter

Shit, I'm a litterbug I riddle raps with dirtiness even though a nigga always courteous
Pardon the flirtiness
But your told me she wanna be fully loaded like Herby is

You niggas think you smooth naw you the furriest
When you see me, you scurry
You niggas sucking more than Kirby
Your girl ask come again but I know she fuckin heard me

[Verse 2: Madison Gaines]

Mad Gaines goes in you’re like no don’t hurt me
But the weed's too loud man I cannot hear thee

This shit's high class man you are not worthy
I’ll give a little taste and I’ll call it mercy

G to the R to the E-E-N
I got money in my name so you know that imma win
I got 69 bitches so you know I get it in
I got 28 grams so you know I stay liftin’

I got 42 shots so you know I’m gonna spin
I got 365 worth of ink in my skin
I got 23 jimmies that I’m always carryin’
I got 23 hairs on my chinny-chin-chin

I got 12 fuckin’ chains, you can call me Solomon
And I got 4 strings on my fuckin’ violin
I got 99 problems so you know I’m not gon grin
But I got one gun so you know that imma sin
Whoa

It’s Double Dragons 2 with Mad Gaines and PG
We’re takin’ our revenge so the haters better flee
Our words are like arrows from the bows flying free
And you niggas look like guards when we hit you in the knee

Hold up, I wanna take a little time with ya
I wanna lay some more bars of this rhyme on ya
I like rapping about nerd shit and ganja
Eight nights, eight blunts lit call it Hanukkah

The haters like to make a lot of threats, North Korea
They don’t know what they’re dealing with yet, Hiroshima

Try to hit the club with your friends, I.D. ‘em
Feel my lyrics deep in your skin, I.V. ‘em

I smoke that kush religiously. Drug Reverend.
I’m breaking all the industry. Bad Samaritan.

The ladies can’t resist MG. Sent from Heaven.
Your lady wants to get with me. No comparison.

She say she wanna suck the D. Humanitarian.
I say I wanna smoke the tree. Vegetarian.

Infect like cancer the pussy. Ovarian.
I am the number one emcee. I am Legend.