[Verse 1: Apathy]

I heard that your mom is a nympho, a stupid, blonde bimbo

Who sucked off all your friends in the prom limo

Fuck a new Bugatti

I want a bitch who do pilates with a superhuman body, down to do bukkake

Foul mouth make bitches go down south

And you don’t gotta live in an igloo to get roundhoused

What I’m rapping ain’t fiction, it’s only fact when it’s written

So just imagine me bragging—it might be something like

Jacking a jetliner to China, the baddest rhymer inside

With a stewardess sucking cock in a cockpit

Her vagina getting my sperm to 9/11 inside her

The size alone is like a saber-toothed tiger’s major incisors

No survivors beside us ‘cause no opponents defy us

The flyest, so why is you rappers all biased?

It’s like the Heavens supply us, and if it ain’t written by us, then don’t buy it

Just shut up and listen and be quiet (“I love you”)

Me and Noyd is like The Hulk on ‘roids

Album’s fresher than Altoids, we’re villains and cowboys

We’re poison inside opponents’ bloodstream, which destroys brain cells

Brain dead, they’ll be searching for your voice

In the static and white noise on Ghost Hunter shows

I’ve ghostwritten hundreds of flows for dead foes

So face it: you’re so basic

You say you out on tour but never set off your house arrest bracelet

[Hook: ANoyd, (Apathy), and {Sample}]

Stop trying to ride my wave

I set sail and be gone for days

(‘Cause I’m global, you’re local, homie—thought I told ya)

{“Now what do you take me for? The little, local pushover?”}

Stop tryna come up quick

I’m on a yacht with a stuck-up bitch

(‘Cause I’m global, you’re local, homie—thought I told ya)

{“Now what do you take me for? The little…”}

[Verse 2: ANoyd]

King Noyd live in the flesh in it.as far as province

I think I’ve ran to Persepolis, my mind is a cathedral made effortless

But don’t buy bull—only if it’s the testament

Then leave your eyes Black On Both Sides—Mos Definitely

Noyd parallel-parks doing a buck-O-three

Act three, I bet you a nominee

I love seating wack MCs, arrest your pen game

I never let my armrest/arm rest, I upholstery/upholds tree in my left hand

While my right arm making you feel my wrath while I toss you in Mediterranean Sea

For juice, y’all Capri

Sun, nerve to come out your teeth,.my root canal you

My Valium could form Tower of Babel around you

Beef is cow words cowards use when they crowd you

Bring special mail, sentimental values to the proud few

Pioneers I idolize, Nas was the dude who

Made my storytelling in spelling without the voodoo

Whole flow, Pac had the whole kit and caboodle

Still “Jumping ‘Round” the House while I listen to Kane, Guru

My analysis hold mics ‘til my hands get callused

It’s Noyd, might give your body paralysis

You passing us is like calculus with an abacus

I’m hazardous as lights put on after an accident

Me and Ap is extravagant, cause bafflement

List of rappers we put in fragments file cabinets

[Hook: ANoyd, (Apathy), and {Sample}]

Stop trying to ride my wave

I set sail and be gone for days

(‘Cause I’m global. You’re local, homie—thought I told ya)

{“Now what do you take me for? The little, local pushover?”}

Stop trying to come up quick

I’m on a yacht with a stuck-up bitch

(‘Cause I’m global. You’re local, homie—thought I told ya)

{“Now what do you take me for? The little, local pushover?”}