Super-Cali-freshalicious

SuperCalifreshalicious I'm Benny Trip

Your rhymes look so atrocious

That they make me fucking sick

Fucking trippy trip, the fuck is this?

Tryna battle wit no wits

You little bitch knows who it is?

Do you realize who your up against

The 217s what I represent

You ask for my two cents

You fucking peasant,

lets smoke some resin, no? why so fucking hesitant?

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking Christmas present

 

I guess now I'm on the notty list

Breaking ribs, shitting top hits just in case you missed

You get the gist

Ill snap your wrist

Take yo face and make you eat my fucking fist

 

(Tyler)

 

look I'm fly, super saiyen high

Stick my dick inside yo mind

Pullin a Midwest driveby

Up in your driveway, say bye bye

goo goo gaga

Wonder Why

Don't cry cry

High five cause I'm in the spot light

Shinin on me

Floating butterfly

Ya can't sting me

Ya can't reach me

New heights I set the bar highly

Rap to me is like boxing to Ali

Overseas or outer space

This ain't yo cup of tea get out my fuckin face

Turn the page, ya piece of waste

Ill make you eat the words of your fruity rap then tell me how it fuckin tastes

 

(Tyler)

 

I'm top tier aimin high, fly as a kite

I thought told you bitches last night via fist fight

Ain't no can't beat em join em song

Cause I'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

 

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

You're mascot cause when I here your shitty songs I just yawn

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on

I'm dissin, washin up scrubs like fuckin dishes with piss n'

Listen witness beatin flinchin faggots up into submission

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids