[Verse: Cloud Mac]

I am used to the rain bitch I'll never get wet

In the cold and the snow I stay zipped to the neck

Man froze on the street when I hunt with the fets

I was brought up Cathlic you know I stay blessed

I'm a beatnick. fucked out. pranged off a base line

Based in the state that I raised since your bloodline

I taste mine and then waste on a white line

All while face straight tastin' a white lie

Might start a little band though

I went west it was wild just likе Rango

I'm suped up like a clone truе commando

Fucked on a bitch and she called back panto

Yeah I'm anxious but I kill a crowed

With the lizards and the freaks down in zillah town

I beat my chest and I'll hit you with gorilla pounds

A king corpse all their subjects are vanilla clown

[Verse: teeawgo]

You don't wanna stick around, off a couple liquor rounds

Heard that he was down to earth, so I made him lick the ground

You a big snitch really loving how the whistle sound

Maybe stop being a bitch? Something to think about

Hmmm take it into consideration

Circle back on it, do some contemplation

Ball's in your court, let me know how to proceed

I'ma bet you fall short, shouldn't be allowed to breed

Shouldn't be allowed to breathe, shouldn't be allowed to be outside

The things you did for greed, ends justify the means, right?

Traff signal dead doesn't mean that it's a green light

Ask if they read, dotted line sign, think twice

Check my watch, hey, it's time to go

Passing money under the table inside a envelope

Taken from the people that need it, they do it on the low

How many times it's repeated? You and I don't know

[Verse: Miles Powers]

If it was up to me I'd give a fuckin' fuck for free

But yall been draining me, it's changing me, this ain't me

I'm in my eighth season, they told me wrap it up

They said you rap enough, go back to bagging up drugs

Cut the jungle down, down, down to smooth grass

More snakes in my hair than Medusa has

More jakes give a farewell than give a care

Shakey in the stairwell, I see what isn't there

I'm crazy this way, you made me this way

Still I wish you well, Jezebels run and kiss and tell

Come and swing and get impaled while I'm drinkin' pale ale

With a ciggy, hell no I ain’t feeling well

Don't ask again, focus on the passenger window

And pathogens I cough up with carcinogens

I been intense, been on ten out of ten bitch I insist

I end this shit before my skin's in the game, I'm at my wits' end

[Verse: Atwood]

With all you pissants

I, think I'm sick in the head

I've seen the symptoms

I've heard the rhythms

This kiss of death don't mean shit [?]

[?] with the blurry vision

I think I'm already in this [?] it burns and itches

And I been cursing at this earth like it was worth the bitchin'

They finna turn on us

Cause we don't work enough

And they ain't rich enough

But they can't see passed that [?] gut

Home of the free, home of the brave

That's a fucking joke

It's home of the bleedin', working the slaves

Til we fucking broke and need to save it

And they don't speak our language

But they don't mind to put that barrel in our fucking faces

Let it pop one, let us know where we all from

And let us know that we ain't shit but another problem

Money bag, money bag signs

When we all getting killed, it's so they can survive