[Verse 1: Chance Connor]

I say what I want you pick and choose

Disagree on my different views

And they say I'm trippin' but is this news?

Well at least what I say can't get misused

Tried bein' friendly and what'd it get me?

But some envy filled stubborn petty

Dumb fuckin' deadbeats tryin' to up and end me?

What luck! now that I'm here your sun is setting

Raw better get on par man I've been apalled

At the part y'all been playin' y'all kibble to the dog

Been considered hard I bite and I might bark

The fight in me? large when it ignites oh my god!

Y'all don't wanna see not gon' talk go take a seat

My flow aweful ain't it g? I know I go ape on beats

Young Caeser wit the beam on the street sweeper

To seek first blood on the scene nothin' but three words

Me verse everybody y'all gon' need the teamwork

Revert into old me and I'll be the reaper

So, I reap what I sow

Breathe what I flow and seed what I grow

Succeed in my goals believe and I hope

And all I need is a beat I'm a B-I-O

[Verse 2: J Ordinary]

This an I-O-U to all the masses

I've been movin' slow gotta get the molasses

Up out my ass so I could start the clashes

Which is hazardous to the competition

My composition so sick wit it nigga's better call them D-R-C

Cause we die Nev er C immortal but it's not technique

It's red speech the type to make ya bitch sex breathe

Don't trip you see ya chick next to me

Cause when I'm done she not worth to me cause certainly

I'm on the grind I see angel's light and devil's darkness and I play in both

Try to come inside just understand in here my nigga everyone floats

Cause I'm "It" now don't you understand I'm the hit now

But you won't believe till you see 6 figure thousands in my bank account

Ain't no telling how this'll go down better kowtow fore the powwow reaches zenith

Cause that's when my tribe gotta go get em cause we gotta go get it

Jordinary

[Verse 3: Sin1]

Every god damned night to me is Halloween

I've got the hollow tips, and I got a solid beam!

I've got a sharpened blade, I’ve got a bottled lean

I've got a loaded gun, and a couple magazines

I've got a camera on, recording all of me

I've got a sledgehammer and a couple magic beans

I got a box of gloves, and out of all the things

To have, I got a mother fucking saw machine

Ren ren, hear the chainsaw taking chains off

Ripping em off your neck and then I tear into the dang soft

Piece of the tissue that was covering up your veins, saw

Right through the shit and now I'm sticking it where your brains are

Picking apart every piece of it and I taste all

37 bits and the fragments on the dang floor

Sick of predictable predicaments so I change yours

Sickin a pit upon your body and watch em chase your

Torso, it's on the floor so, he’s gonna be eating it

Whore's knocking on my door so I’m gonna deep in it

Forcing a little more in, I'm tryna be sinking in

Your gonna feel the hord, when I skeet my seaman in

Whoa, video recorder, is live on CNN

Sporting a silly coat, when I'm sticking the demon in

Your bleeding on the door, really making me geek a bit

Gory, I wanted more, so I better eat the bitch!