[Foreword by Jonathan]

[Verse 1 - Charlie F]

JC told me to write some shit

Might as well write it now, ‘cause I might forget

Keep in mind I’m writing this at 11:00PM

So I’m putting this shit here before I begin

This ain’t the realest shit I wrote, but at least I tried

I been wanting to do this since the day MJ died

Writing down this shit is harder than it looks

Guess all that hard work paid off reading them books

My rhymes are sloppy, but they ain’t copied

My flow is choppy, my hair is moppy, so bitch, get off me

This just might be the verse that ruins the album

But I’ll do anything if getting paid is the outcome

Check it, woodgrain with the leather seats

Just ignoring all the shit they be telling me

So yeah, like I said, this ain’t the realest shit I wrote

But I’m going in as an alt and coming out as a GOAT

[Verse 2 - Jonathan]

It’s that lyrical monster

Made from miracles, no need for sponsors

They call me Jesus because I can walk on water

They tried to seize us cause we kidnapped their daughter

We asked for $50 million in 50s, but what we got was far from plenty

We didn’t get a penny, say goodbye to your daughter

We slit her throat just to show them we don’t joke

After that I payed a visit to her family

Said hello to the little toddler

Visited the father, he must’ve forgot her

Popped two bullets in him as reminder

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with”

Switch the topic, back to the tropics

There’s many wanting some features from me, don’t bother

JC one of the only ones I’d do one for and I can go harder

Twenty-Twenty vision and I’m seeing them get slaughtered

Spending money in pennies while sipping that Henny

Uh, he said he gon Kill Bill at Will

Come on man don’t be a buzzkill

[Verse 3 - JC Assassin]

Crack rocks need a padlock

Backdrop is a snapshot

Bitch cat walk on my laptop

Hit the jackpot, get the green like shamrock

Only talk business apparel, load the barrel

They sterile, and they be talking real feral

Crashed my car, body in it, and the shit sank

Drove it straight into the ocean, yeah, the fish tank

Make it rain so much, I need a poncho

Hennessy cup, pour it out for Young Toronto

TO had the legacy, the melody

Fuck around with Jonathan, I'll put you in that penalty

I used to cause problems that never got solved

I put the bullet in your mouth and let the shit dissolve

Oh man goddamn, look at all the brain residue

You had a big mouth so we had to come and execute...