[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]

I don't need, I don't need nobody

Please shut the front door and walk right in

In the land of the man who rock it hard for them

Super Solo Dolo attack, run and tell that

If you'd like to know, yes, I am on acid

Who could it be? K-I-D

Searching all day in the streets for DMT

Don't sip it, though - it couldn't answer

Drip, drip all day - bumpin' MGMT, homie

Watch on who you hate on, fam', without the facts

Sad niggas back in the hood bumpin' Ratatat

To me it was a dream, a fiend to understand that

You never seen a nigga like me?

I just tell 'em I'm an oxymoron when I open my mouth

Cause people talk shit before knowing what I'm about

But for sure these Cleveland boys is ill

But pretty soon your gutter bitches wildin' for real, it's such a trip

Hoes around the globe, I'm known to have a fet'

I don't do a thing and these bitches lickin' they lips

Me and Chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber

Mmm, you almost got me, but sucker I'm not a sucker

Better get on back

You pussy motherfuckers get the Will Smith smack

And I am not a fronter, better look up the facts

The world know what it be:

Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo, C.U.D., repeat it

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Come, come now, last call, who want some?

It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums

Two lips to kiss, 22 mother nuns

God blessed my tongue, I need it for life

Awkward like Cartwright, twiddling my thumbs

Pondering my next accomplishments

It's condescending to say I won

Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

I really want it - need it

Break bread - or break fast

Before I blast and break legs, ride past

And they scream out "little Johnny is dead!"

You wish me well, I wish you Hell

Eternity, no such thing as time will tell

Infirmary, burn like magnetic combustion

Bad credit with me, and paramedics are hustlin'

What's the definition of water?

Sherm sticks, sipped a gallon of it when you caught us

Turn quick, I don't wanna play this for my daughter

If my son heard it, probably look at you as his father

I'm proud of myself in a bad way

Halfway house, tell 'em to me halfway

I'm passin' out, ass whoopin'

Your ass lookin' for Michelle Obama 'til I bang on you

They couldn't

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Come, come now, last call, who want some?

It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums

Two lips to kiss, 22 mother nuns

God blessed my tongue, I need it for life

Awkward like Cartwright, twiddling my thumbs

Pondering my next accomplishments

It's condescending to say I won

Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?

[Verse 3:AK-47]

AK-47 its the real one

I shot everybody Im not kissing ass to nobody

Bloodsucking pinching ass mothafuckass

I show you some real stuff

I die for originality my trapped soul still shaking in my rotten body

Independent snake bitches go fuck some more arabians I be here Im not hiding

You can catch me everywhere I be on my own music turned me into a ghost

Solo dolo I move alone fuck the cellphone

Fake motha fuckers still stealing lines and they get a promo live a lie

They never went through pain

Go to a producer pay him for the mix make another gain

Justin beaver'es play the game

Shame on this generation let hell rise set you all on flame

Im Bound inside unaccomplishment but only time will tell

I think god might have a conspiracy against me for showing the truth

He put me in a cell how you call that a judgement blaming a true soundman

Talking about acid these people doesnt have no soul

They will torture your's just to be safe in their own goal

I hate my country and what its represents thats all