Verse 1:(Young Jay)
Mars Blackman
Silence the muhf*ckin lambs, I'm a cannibal looking for animals
Open ya top like Campbell's can of soup, bustin melons like cantaloops Oops I said that wrong huh based god cooking that wonton my b*tch from Hong Kong
Take mi long c*ck down her esophagus, n*ggas better acknowledge this Hot sh*t i spit like syphillis on my lips agh
Eyes low, I'm lifted off of that piff agh i em that
N agh gee gee agh all over yo b*tch walls Mona Lisa
Stop it Jay
Been gettin fly realized these n*ggas be coppin ock sh*t around the holidays
In my closet there's a lot of jays
And I sip ace and play spades with a AK where my di*k lay
Pencil sharper than a switchblade and this haze got my mind in another place
Startin to fall in love with twitter b*tches, stripper b*tches
Goin instahamm listen man, I'm the mutherf*ckin man
Open up ya mind and think for a minute
It's been a minute since i stepped in it, now I'm back on my sh*t
Like a laxitve in a pepto bismol, uh, young retro n*gga
For dolla billas my n*ggas banana clip peel ya
Verse 2:(Zanyx)
Third eye wide and its guiding me to the top
I see through lies, fake guys in disguise get dropped
Do me dirty? I'll rip your soul out ya chest
Where you sleep will be where you take ya last breath
I'm a misfit addicted to b*tches, f*ck em then explore the rest on some scientist sh*t
The only thing on my mind is reaching success
These rappers ain't sh*t like the food I digest
Got arrested for molesting the beat viciously
Attempted murder for every rapper that tried dissing me
Im a lyrical criminal, I'm f*cking reaching my pinnacle these faggots aren't original
All these rappers are typical
Rapping about sh*t that's fictional
Once I step in the booth I become invincible
Nobody can ever stop me I'm an incredible individual
Smoking kush cause its medicinal
RCO f*ck whos ever hating just remember our lyrics are printable
Verse 3:(Zay Rondon)
I've been a smug cat since I was a rugrat
When it came to rhymes I extract in a snap
So many verses written you'd think I studied the bible
I'm just a Biggie disciple that got lypo
Style still fatter than a black grandma's batter
But ain't sh*t sweet so enough with the chatter
The menace getting lettuce, f*ckin duh beetches like its Venice
Talent never rented, just rendered from my body's attic
No Anne Frank, I ain't hiding from a gas tank
Instead I'm driving drunk while getting crunk to DJ Unk
We beating down ya block, no pedestrian safe
Obliterate em with shock, so don't get offended with this ear rape
I plan to erase any tear space so pass the beer case
Clorox in a shot cup, but we still straight
Tolerance levels is just getting obnoxious
I'm automatically wild it's programmed in my subconscious