Back in the building
Clap back from the ceiling
Rav crafting a rad back track for a minute
Snout spitting out fast, yeah, that's independent
When I snap the aggression, now Rav is the best then
As it once was, bust once and I vanish
When I must come in first, drums in a panic
See some dumb stuff, cross, stung, this is vantage
Then I run up, puff blunts, playing Dungeons 'n' Dragons?

Fuck, R-AV, bar swag, here we go
With the box open I snack on the cereal
Dance when you hear my voice blast through the stereo
Making friends ask, "Who's that individual?"
Classy and lyrical, massive intellectual
And you really hoping to gas the initial
Break down a character, actor or didn't you know
Yeah I got your ears, do I have your attention though?

Actually listen bro, uh

And I don't give a fuck at all
I'm in the washroom, the room where I wash my balls
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)
Uh, I don't give a fuck at all
I'm in the washroom, the room where I wash my balls
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)
And I wash 'em (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na)

It's time to stop!