Текст песни Ink 2.0 (Remix) - Nerves Baddington

Sneaky Pete: I wanted to know about a job at Hot Diggity Dog man
Cause you know I like making hot dogs, and I just was interested
In something else you know, see if maybe they were hiring
And also man, I want to know if we can do a song together you know
I think it'd be pretty cool since you're in the hot dog biz
And I'm in the hot dog biz, we can make a dope song
You know, together and we could just come off with some hot dog stuff
If you wanted to man, just talking about slingin them dogs
And how they're good and like, folks should buy em
Buy em from you, buy em from me
Puttin' money in our pocket and you know all that stuff man
I think it might be funny
You know I'm a funny type of guy

Swish! Nothing but net
The underdog of upset
Paint a masterpiece and I ain't even got my brush wet
Nothing but the blood, sweat
No tears just yet
Let me see success, maybe life'll suck less
Weak rappers suspect
Just do a nut check
Chumps rock pumps, fishnets and a sundress
Hotter than the sun get, sun up to sunset
Mean muggin everyone like I ain't having fun yet
Gotcha stomach upset, where's the Pepto
The way I steal the show, call me MC Klepto
Give me that! Voilà, ay presto
Spit sick shit like suffering from a chest cold
Let's go! Uh, We're breaking barriers
Sicker than malaria or HIV carriers
Spreading like a wild fire, in your area
Cause mass hysteria, I think it's hilarious
Welcome to hell, spit fire and brimstone
You can't feel that, cause all of your limbs gone
You lack communication, we got that tenfold
You got the cell phone, no SIMs chip syndrome
Cool calm disposition
And if it isn't, place your bets on the best
We'll split the difference
Lames hating on the fact that our shit is different
They write raps on milk cartons
Some shit is missing
Cut the bullshit, we get to scissor snipping
I need a break but got no time for an intermission
Reminiscing on back when you haters didn't listen
We run the game, don't ever try to play this position
Sneaky Pete: You know I ain't trying to rap battle you
That'd be something like 2 Chainz and Lil Wayne, on Bounce
You know, it'd be like, whose hot dogs are better
Not really, but anyway
I'm every fucking where, look around can't miss me
Through the atmosphere, let the sound move swiftly
Only I can do what I do
The shoe fits me
For you it's too risky, that's how you lose quickly
Flow so 100, five 20s, two 50s
Pussies need to close their legs, too fishy
Sifting through the bullshit, til the truth hits me
Screaming, "To the moon y'all, who's coming with me"
Sharpshooter shoot the wings off a fly
Bullseye, all must fall, things gonna die
Schools of barracudas got super maneuvers
Smooth mover, true schooler, too cool for a ruler
AH
Beyond measure, bigger the better spit wetter
Clever while you tryna get a-head, watch it get severed
Get the guillotine if you intervene
Get stomped by a hundred fuckin legs like a centipede
Cludged out, drug out with your guts out
Like, "Yeah muthafucka, yeah act tough now"
Touchdown, go ham, and make a mess
One of the best, what you suggest, nothing less
Snatch a bird from a nest, go up her dress
Lotta sex, mic checks and some Tussionex
What's next, I'm everywhere that you'll never be
In the game, the coach, the player and the referee
Uh
NB
But you still don't hear me
Sneaky Pete: Man just hit me back man, let me know man
Let's make a track if you can
I don't know about your legal agreements or whatever but
Anyway, alright, I'm out