[Yoni:] This is for those young male lyrical perps who want to enter the squared circle with an old pale Urkel. Workin' Birkinstocks with socks, kid, but still pull all the lurking, working girls and hot chicks. Gold watch on your wrist, all pissed, watching me fold any chance you might have had at a tryst, like what's this?   
Hey kids, this song's not for profits, like all but locusts, honey, long walking and god is. Or it is and that's funny, to be rappin’ for money. So which is or which isn't it?    If it ain't dick to make, I'll rock my fake batch of syphilis which is strictly for pity, but boy it ain't pretty, the faux rash on my breast plate. I'd ask if this pays but upper class and rich say broach no cash on a mix tape, it's gauche and that shows distaste.    My good tongue displaced and replaced by a hood one like men and mices in these times of economic crisis. 

      
I ain't rappin for money, locusts, god, and honey.

      [Doseone:]
 This is for them young male lyrical perps who volley aimless and anxious between unwell women and words. With a less than ?? and an ant on their shirt. Ain't nothin' perks 'cept for death, vertex, and precambrian herbs. But that depends, why wouldn't it?, on the caliber of your friends. And whether you got a ??. Which isn't it? Sing songs not for profits like all but locusts, honey, long walking or god is. Or it is and that's funny, like rappin’ for money. So which is or which isn't it? You flash anything for a tongue or cry out. Wicks are lit up just like the sedative sun and the derivative hip shit. I prefer my pesos and bundle it, dysfunction and thunder, vague poems, poems are ??? undercover. And ain't no more significant others with which i got a thing on the mother, cause each ??? proverbial sons, our good tongues replace the hood ones and then spun when mics is hung in these times of crisis.      I ain't rappin for god, I ain't rappin for pity    I ain't rappin for profits, I ain't rappin for chicks   I ain't rappin for others, I ain't rappin for money    I ain't rappin for money      I ain’t rappin for money, locusts, god, and honey    I ain’t rappin for money, locusts, god, and honey    I ain’t rappin for money, locusts and god, honey    I ain’t rappin for money, locusts, god, and honey