Bobby's Old Shop

They wanna test your faith we're utterly depraved

Abandoned in sin like, reprobate

It's so unclear but still I bless my fate

And if ya haven't lit up yet, ya best get baked

I am one valiant son of a bitch

But ya gotta be if you're gonna run with this clique

Hit the lottery if you're gonna run with us bitch

But don't be the mother fucker talkin' shit in the pit

Cuz a "you fucked up" is what's gonna happen

Get to that point and we ain't just rappin

Every single one got hatchets out hackin

And tell me where you find all your racket now slackin