Hey Craig made this one Shut the fuck up no you didn't Get the fuck outta the booth I gotta record this shit Aye, aye, aye, aye Let's get this shit, aye Let's get this shit, aye Yung Gargamel going in on this shit Gunkman going so hard had to spit Bejalvin going hard on the track Gunkman going so hard when he raps I hit a thick lick with my clique Spit shit so lit the gun goes click click click I'm going click clack with the gat on the fat trap track Made a stack, throw it back, hit the sack (honk-shoo) You are now being graced by the infamous Yung Gargamel AKA Gunkman AKA Chipmunk 002 AKA I'm evil, motherfucker I'll swallow your soul I'll swallow your soul I'll swallow your soul I'll swallow your soul I'll swallow your soul I'll swallow your soul Swallow this Yo what's up, it's Gunkman We're halfway through the record now We're 'bout to drop the hardest verse on this side of the record You're not ready for these bars I'm 'bout to go in One, two, yah This song is the middle, I'll give you a riddle If you take two apples from a group of three apples Then how many apples are left? One I think (Craig) We are Bejalvin this is our new album Yes we are best friends, he's the Hobbes to my Calvin Pull up to the function, we always on something A beat or a vibe, not nothing (let's go) I do not curse, I put God up there first I go in on the verse then pull up in a Yo what the fuck? Aye yo Craig I'm not done yet, fade that shit back in (aye) I don't know what lean is I slipped on my penis And then I said uh-oh it slipped in my butthole I'm basically dead cuz I'm not getting bread and I Fuck this shit I wasn't done going in on that shit, fuck I guess this side of the record's over now If you got this shit on vinyl, flip that shit over If you don't got this shit on vinyl that makes a lot more sense Cuz we never pressed this shit I don't give a fuck Aye, aye, aye, yah, woo