[Verse 1: Ben Smith]

I usually write my lyrics down, but in the meanwhile

I'll snatch the clothes off your back and come up on a free style

Waxing like the moon poetically, pathetically

Slow rappers sounding out my shit phonetically

I'm deep under cover like the rainforest floor

Jackin' your umbrella and then making it pour

We slither up like snakes and leave you rattled

Rain on your parade everyday in Seattle

Blowin' up your spot with lyrical warheads

Spit in your face slap obey stickers on your foreheads

Make your crew envious call you gangrene

Hit you where it hurts and take out your spleen

Comin' at me sideways, I'm not in the mood

Murder you on the track, permanent quite interlude

Islamic Jar Jar Binx, pilgrimage to mesa

Stand the test of time, great pyramids of Giza

On top of my game, but no room for complacence

I put God on a need to know basis

Stealing on these fools, I'm a grand larcenist

The Far Side, where my man Gary Larson is

Phone in the toilet, call you on your shit

Cowardly rappers make like bananas and split

[Verse 2: Ben Smith]

Go in-n-out of in-n-out I have habitual hunger

Eat the meat off your bones and leave the rest in the tundra

Call me for advice and I'll just hit ignore

We have no rapport, you're a knock off Beetleborg

Fuck the beaten path, I'm moving through alleys

Give you a piece of my mind now you know about me

Bum rappers waiting' on common sense to start kicking in

Even if they hear me, I know they're not listenin'

I spit with a purpose, I'm intense like the circus

I'll cause a disturbance, and burn you up in the furnace

Furnish your living room with nurses now that you're hurtin'

Hit with lyrical sermons , we're straight calling it curtains

Keep my mind sharp like cacti

Take the world over, why can't I

Mob so hard get brought up on charges

You stand in front of rhinos get brought down by charges

Hammer to your face, you're getting old boy

Your crew acting fishy, like koi

Vegetarian rappers, we don't need meetings

Make cuts so deep your speakers stay bleeding

IRS stacking paper, I'm the best ignore the haters

Keep a cool head refrigerator

Don't reach for the stars, you'll burn your hands off

I got one in the chamber, in case you want a stand off

[Verse 3: Ben Smith]

I smell blood in the water, now it begins

Roll up on your set with triangle shaped fins

If the cops ask, we're imaginary

Read a picture book expand your vocabulary

Pelted with tomatoes, from the hecklers

Cut you down to size, like wrestlers

Triple O.G. status og og og

Snacking on rappers like ants on a log

I cycle through rivals, departures and arrivals

Shots from this rifle make you holy like the bible

Denial, The competition idle

I stifle, your comebacks change your instincts to survival

I do what I can, which is everything you can't

Salty rappers like that's just your opinion man

I'll take care of our beef, hamburger helper

Fusing' words together, lyrical welder

Weedin' out the weak ones, horticulture

Remove your head, leave you for the vultures

Ya'll get sick beats, but the rap is missin'

I'm fucking you up, like gapapentin

That's blocking your sodium channels causing cardiac events

Rappers like exact change, they makin' no sense

Ask me I'm satisfied, I'll tell you never

Practice don't make perfect, practice makes better