The wheel of fortune keeps spinning
I'm bumping the payback with Pat Sajak and I'm winning
And I don't need to buy vowels
Dance floor covered in sweat we gon' need some dry towels
My style's, reminiscent of a laxative
My tracks'll give your bowels
A cleansing, enema
Friends bring ten of the
Best beers you can find at the lowest temperature
I like them just above freezing
Cause when it hits my lips it's so pleasing
And when we cleverly spit
The hot peppery shit hits your nose and it's got y'all sneezing
Salud, gesundheit
Got my guitar tuned right
So I can serenade my girl under the moonlight
And maybe if her attitude's right
We can turn a slow jam
To a food fight
Like this
Comin' out swingin'
You know I'm comin' out swingin'
Herbal T, I'm comin' out swingin'
Herbal T stay hot like Cholula, Valentina, or Sriracha
Y'all remind me of a school of ballerinas
When I watch y'all on the stage
All y'all lack is tutus
The fact is you lose
My track got the black and blue bruise on your face
From the impact
You've been smacked
In fact I'm surprised you're intact
Cause we drop shit like a person with dysentery would
Whereas your shit isn't very good man
Didn't wanna have to be the one to say it
But your music's like a game of chicken nobody should play it
And your videos are like some kiddie porn no one should look at 'em
That shit should be illegal
Officer throw the book at 'em
I'm sorry for the vitriol
I'm just tryna make my way toward victory y'all
It's Herbal T and I'm comin' out swingin'
Playing melodies like the one I'm 'bout to bring in right now
The beat hits you in your head till you need acetaminophen or aspirin
Never was shit so I never been a has-been
Maybe one day I will be
Till then I ain't gon' let that shit kill me
Cause I've got shit people would kill for
Love and happiness are better than having your name on a billboard
And even though I've been working for years and I'm still poor
I stayed in the game now I'm thinking I will score
Cause being broke has inspired me to plan
And believe me I'm entirely the man
So I'mma be frank like the diary of Anne bitch
And tell your crew to eat a diarrhea sandwich
With some motherfucking mustard on it
Yes you just heard a cuss word, aw shit
Shit's gone terribly wrong
So like that Pearl Jam "Jeremy" song
I'm comin' out swingin'
This album is dedicated to my family
Yés, Max, and Manny
I love y'all