 It's traps to get checked, putting cash that was left It's grand master checks, time again pass the test It lasts in the flesh, never in your wildest dreams You ever heard it sound serene, grimy in the same vein Slimy how we maintain, marathon mail ticket Y'all gon' have to deal with it, stock into the fairway Off to have a beer, bitch, rock with all my chain Stay down all these years, I'm still the best