[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn]

Vik, the wild islander, bringing out the child in ya

Singing out the silencer with more violence than "Heil Hitler"

He get some looks, some bullshit Bulova, a dusty pullover, and a Pulitzer

A must we bust your crusty subwoofer sister

Foes is just bluffin', clear your nose from huff-puffin'

A glutton for bludgeoning blood gushin', here ya go, studmuffin

It’s nothin', get it on the get-by

Bet it on a dead guy, jetted on the red eye

Too many make mistake fillers, not enough live wires

Too many fake killers, and jive sires

Dropped these bombs on a critic from a grass knoll

Everybody got one, your mom's is a asshole

S.O.B. and smug to the utmost

Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut bows, word to Thutmose

What's worse, clutch your purse close, lady

We get more cheese bread for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

I'm in the cut, looking for some puss to pick apart

Dirty like us riding in the whip that really isn't ours

Storming out the door, don't press record, I hate my fuckin' voice

Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void slightly

I'm swimming in water that's been dicey since landing

And I'm owing these niggas nothing like all that I've been handed

For free, don't pan your cameras to me

Ho, don't command me to speak

Got these little niggas swinging from the banister, on 'Fax in his pajamas

Walking slow because the Camels keep his stamina weak

And you could catch him like some halibut after a bad accident

Trying to get jaw-jacked right where the catheter peeks–out

Villain, Earl, and Captain in command of your street now

Rapping good as motherfucking janitors sweep now

Getting business handled, get the cannabis cheap now

It's a bunch of nuggets on him like it's sand on a beach towel

[Verse 3: Captain Murphy]

Captain's back (Yay!) So go on put your mic away

(Where?) Inside a microwave (Oh.)

When I die, I bet you Mike'll wave (Hee-hee)

We blowing bubbles at the Pearly Gates

Took a selfie with the king but only see my face

I’m writing darker pieces in my thesis

I’m hiding in the park with all your nieces, trading head for Reese's Pieces

Interjectin' niggas' verses with this book of witches' curses

I cast a spell upon your bitches, but my thirst is for the hearses

I’m spilling out my innards to these N-words, journey inwards

Caught her quarter past the moment, got a cord of past opponents

In a fragment of a moment, man, I killed that rap then owned it

Hope to overtake the planet, with my banana in a hammock

Bitch manic, parents panic, I’m a mechanic with these patterns

Propagandic with that chatter, matter of fact the Madder Hatter

Never mind the hammer, manners out the window, pump crescendo

Puff the endo, I’m Lou Ferrigno, just pretendo

Don’t ask him where the pen go

'Cause the pencil got me paper paid and paydirt made the pain hurt

With the Mask and faded Sweatshirt – nothing lesser

Bet you’ll never ever guess what I left under the dresser

Hid a message in the 808 to pester all the Heshers