On the ground!
Yeah, influence

Maniac is back smoking crack with jack black, I smack ass
Keep fat sack of ganja in the knapsack
Fuck your faggot snapback and hashtags
I'ma backlash and drop bombs like Baghdad

Stop bringing bad fads back
And give a fat bitch a back pat for running a track lap
Congrats tubby, you lost all of your fat flaps
Now your ass is flat and saggy and dangles like a flapjack

Got some weed?
Sit back, enjoy you some
Watch this asshole talking shit up at the podium
Show up to class strapped with a dildo and a loaded gun

Screen the new Batman and shoot up at the auditorium
Causing pandemonium, roll up in a De Lorean
This is where ya story end and fuck you Nickelodeon

The governments controlling 'em
Kid craniums they holding them
Corrupting and molding them
While you sit back supporting them

Everybody nod ya head 'til ya neck breaks
Sing along with this brain-dead dead weight
Smoke my weed, no matter what the feds say
The game is crooked and Radek's here to set straight

Get it set straight, get it set straight
The game is crooked and Radek's here to set straight
Get it set straight, get it set straight
The game is crooked and Radek's here to set straight

So don't get caught up 'cause Radek's Obama's product trying to
Profit from your wallets, so empty ya fucking pockets (give me that)
Bitch, I'm spittin' rockets Radek vomits on your topics

Smoking chronic, I'm the hottest like fuck your being modest (fuck you)
My flow is faucet, your girl fondest of my sausage
Flawless novice, bitch, I'm on it while you stuck up in your closet

Dog, I know you barkin' but bitch all I hear is talking, move
Why you Steven Hawking?
Kill 'em, put 'em in a coffin
Yeah, I'm on that other shit, hit 'em with a thunder kid

Smack a gay bitch in the face with a rubber dick
Underground and lovin' it, I pull up in a Hummer quick
Purge a turd on ya roof and dip and start running bitch

I'm working while you slumbering
Got you stu-tu-tu-stutterin'
I'm hotter than the summer is

Not high bitch, I'm hoverin'
Don't fuck one bitch I clutter them, stubber robber them muttering
I put your bitch to bed at night, she love it when I tuck her in

Everybody nod ya heads 'til ya neck breaks
Sing along with this brain-dead dead weight
Smoke my weed, no matter what the feds say
The game is crooked and Radek's here to set straight

Get it set straight, get it set straight
The game is crooked and Radek's here to set straight
Get it set straight, get it set straight
The game is crooked and Radek's here to set straight