Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo this is the GTP rap
Our lyrics gon' burn like a, bitch slap!
We're way too cool to *fap* *fap*
But 'cause we're men, we've ain't never touched a map.
*Chemical beats* (lol, btw)
We'z better than Fred
Leavin' his 'onda fo' dead,
And like yeast we always raisin' bread
Growin' faster than John B's head.
We tha illest crew givin a analytikal review
Been there done tha bough' premium
We the kind y'all should stay away from
Just ask tha' little kid, Machwan
We iz goin' 2 bake a cake
Victorian Sponge, wait, re-take,
Tha illest cru on da rumble strip
We'll make this excretion a youtube clip
Touring Mars ain't got faecal matter on us
I'd give his cocky puns a D+
gangrenous wounds often contain puss
No doubt Saikale will make a big fuss
We be burning like a Z28,
We ain't got luck, we just got fate,
If an Evo was a woman, y'all know we'd impregnate,
Mov'in to Toronto for a candle lit date.
Yo, we gots da blingin' up in here,
Listen up, quiet down, shed a tear,
And don't have no fears
GTP rap, over, out, cheers.
Keep up the crazy hair colors!
