Verse 1 - [The Bay Bomber]

I'm sick and synteny, my drugs are synthetic

My habit genetic, I'm higher than Heaven

I'm rolling them 7's, don't trust no 11's

I'm winning I'm ready you bitch-niggas scary

I'm unordinary, come and get buried

You not on my level, my travel bag heavy

If it unzip, shit gon' get ready

223 Fire, bitch I'm more ready

Fuck it, I'm bustin, got mothers' discussing

You better not discuss it, I'm touchin' then fuckin'

I'm fallin' they lovin I'm humpin' on budget

By cooking and cuckin', my main bitch sluttin' still pushing my buttons

Whoop that bitch like I'm Mike Wood's cousin

When I get high, slaps come by the dozen

I'm fizzin', you fuzzin' like Eazy I does it, your bitch gon' love it

Verse 2 - [Arakari]

The hacker, The cypher, the Master of Vipers

A master at Snipin', I'm crackin' the dice and I'm

Detaching your eyelids, I'm violent like ISIS

So colder than ice is, your fibers I digest

I'm faster than Porsches, arrive on your porch kid

Then hack you to pieces, I'm sick like diseases

The Lord of all rappers, stay silent like Casper

I catch you like grabbers then blast you with magnums

My habit psychotic, I'm fairly robotic

Ya'll Amish and novice, I'll eat you with chopsticks

11 new holsters, 3 guns I'mma smoke ya'

You softer than sofas, I'll rip off your shoulder

Lifting up boulders, I'm climbing some rovers

I am the Blind-Folder, shoutout to O-Solo

The Bomber is back, with good ol' Goremask

I'll hack you to fractions then snap up your back, Braap