Top when I pop the pop pop
Pop, pop, pop, let it pop the pop pop
What's that?
I'll make a coat outta ya!

You already know, I put some work in
If you don't know, now you know
Look, it's certain
Hang ten kush
Like whoosh, I'm surfin
And I don't mind if I gotta whoop a person
Cowabunga, roof to bumper
Stone Cold boot then shoot the Stunner
Dance slow, Rancho Cucamonga
You's a cat on a hot tin roof in summer
Cooked, get shook, I got jukes and jumpers
Juxed, I'm a crook, I'm boostin numbers
I do it big, and the proof's the thunder
Yeah I'm bout that shit, like poop to plumbers
I wish you would, uproot the lumber
Thumbs up, you can't dispute the hunger
Jungle juice, I got troops to plunder
Dudes wanna rumble, that's a stupid blunder

Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Dust, mother fucker
Get touched, go splat

Who's that?
Unh, get out of the way

I've been going off my verses now legendary
All my foes gone I see em all at the cemetery
Turned on L0ne and send em a revolutionary
I'm different now go check my evolutionary
Roots my boots stomp like they ablaze
My proof is in the pudding I'm giving y'all a taste
The roof's no longing fitting I'm giving y'all the base
The truth, if they don't like it, I throw it all in their face
I got more clicks then cheat codes
I got more spit then cheek bones
Yo, I got more sick then freak shows
Cuz I got more hits then Pete Rose
They say you catch more bees with honey
And it's never been about the cash, I don't need the money
Other rappers, they not that fast
I done seen you running
I could crawl two laps around the track before you see me coming

Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
L0ne, where the fuck you at?

Where the fuck you at?
Where'd he go?
Ah!

Looky look it, Dust just took it
Any way you sliced it, I cooked it
Antwon booked it, hooked it up, shook it
Every last track will smack your shit crooked

He the Daddy Mac and I'm the Mac Daddy
Roll up Backwoods in an old black Caddy
Fiending right now, let me have a crack it
Commandeer the mic, captivate em with the magic
Mystifying, death defying
Benn Rymon, unfit for flying
Quick to chime in
Most the time with
Silver tongue like Jebediah

It's psychoactive, I'm ultra focused
Your ass is grass, I might just smoke it
Rock your socks off, knock your block off
Pop your top off, dropped and dropped off

Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Yo, who in the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?
Who the fuck was that?