[Verse 1]

Yeah, your average extraordinary citizens

Inhale the pain reliever play the ether take the venom in

Get the pen, put it to the paper hook it cooking vapors

Rising from the pot just like my stock when I'm pursued by haters

But I invite em in they vitamins when I get in this violent state of mind

And take the time to make your vitals end

Lyrically bully physical and spiritually cynical

A prick is what he is don't do submissions do he (nah)

Ain't no tapping you gon' have to break it drop 'em

Aftermath of murder half the staff decapitate the problem

Hear the guillotine, the illest team

When the ring Conor hit the chronics bought em probably copped a fifth of drink

Thats how much I care about a prize I want your head

Nothing personal but you ain't versatile enough you dead

The hearse don't go and take a cold one to another grave

Who soak and own it, he was no opponent just a bug I sprayed

[Chorus]

Man I'mma do this thing like I know how

And they waiting for the day that I go down

And I like to let em play like they gon' win

Then I look the other way and I just grin

Let em make a move and slip

Let em drop the ball make em rich, you make em flinch

I'mma stop em all, I know they be talking slick

And I'mma make a trip

I will find you

[Verse 2]

A pitiful display of individuals who pay for music

That is Judas to the tunes that we produce today

We used to play the radio and bump a classic

Nowadays they don't know the meaning, ignorant as they can manage

Don't brandish your weapons or come out your mouth with insanity, steppin left

Less you want to be the target regarded as second best

Turn the knobs and make it raw like I draw with a Etch A Sketch

Shake and scrap it if it ain't got the passion to dead the rest

Oh they say the game is real they have it backwards

Welcome to the land of sketchy deals and manufactured rappers

And I try to play the record still but can't if blackened standards

Its a cancer that I get to kill they which I stack cadavers

Flip a switch and off you

Don't pretend that you a criminal cause you a soft dude

Kicking your little subliminals assume you dog food

Cause I kick it in the legion of what you would call doom

[Chorus]

Man I'mma do this thing like I know how

And they waiting for the day that I go down

And I like to let em play like they gon' win

Then I look the other way and I just grin

Let em make a move and slip

Let em drop the ball make em rich, you make em flinch

I'mma stop em all, I know they be talking slick

And I'mma make a trip

I will find you