[Verse 1: C-Ray]

It's still mayday nigga

Devastating

Fell and crack your melon 'fore you bust a grape

Featherweight

Hit the head and belly of a heavy

Then the belt I take

Sell it

Fuck a relic

I be pelted by a thousand rounds of pellets for I ever take time away from this to floss homie keep it real

Times are hard, we trynna split the cost

Trynna get a deal

Hell naw!

We trynna get this jar open, load a piece

Throw a beat on hip and we just start choking

Then we cloud kick, how sick

Do you wanna be and how much do you want this shit to hurt?

Cause when you come at me, from my cloud I clap a thunderbolt

And cut a throat or three, or just cut a throat or two

See it's fun to no degree

As we running over beats, indeed we buffalo with cleats

With the lowest score for decency, I'm flunking so-to-speak

But it's nothing, don't go call the principle I've come to snuff em

Supervillain

This is all a ritual in which I'm loving (*screams*)

[Verse 2: Chris Davis]

Hey yo I hate when they question cause I really can't explain the fact how I've become a maniac

Every time my brain react

On the mic I carry wisdom like a bolder guy

Strong enough to carry the city because my shoulder's wide

I quit rap and my esophagus won't

Don't out Romney cause I'll never win the popular vote

I'm on silly

If you ain't spitting you can hand me the mic

Though I'm slept on like the mat within the Pacquiao fight

My philosophy, they think I'm weak but I dismiss the fact I'm not a Christian rapper, I'm a Christian that rap

They tried to put me in a box, but I'm resisting the trap

Cause they never hold me back, that's just an instance of fact

Y'all can have your little slice while I devour the cake

Shoot so much that I should probably charge a hourly rate

Dudes talking all crazy, see this coward is fake

Try to get up in my gold and act like I were to pay

Learned long ago, it don't take much to see a rib break

I'm not a fighter but I'm down to see how much your chin take

My mentality

Spit catastrophe and cause a tragedy

Mind-state puffing some violent demons to battle me

When I spit, I get em hype like I'm a Rocky flick

I tried being humble, but I'm back now on my cocky tip

Saying you got money, watch the squads that's how my posse gets

Crying for attention on a boat like you a sloppy chick

[Verse 3: Wildcard]

I'm just screwed up and moody so crews who usually excluded me

Cause I'm loony and truthfully shit had wounded me brutally

So I grew to be brutal, rooted and brewing my lunacy

Now I move like a fugitive

Music league on a shoe streak

I'mma nuisance with nooses for all these newbies that [moods?] off me

And immune to these looses but not the beautiful nudity

I remember when floozies would always choose to be rude to me

Now the few that had booed me are supergluing they wound to me

I'm intruding communities like I'm Zeus with immunity

The solution to sewer music, I'm tuning is super deep

And I'll always be truthful to all my pupils

Assume that I'm only untrue when I tell my girl I "screw her exclusively"

Now I'm [swooping?] Chris Davis, and Charlie Ray we gon split heads

They call me Wildcard, my minds a lab and I spit meth

I set you cats afire coming after your bitch next

And when she swallow she gon kill more kids than crib death

What!