(OKAY let's spin a disk)

(Rah)

(Ay, let's go)

[Verse 1: CHEF]

Dig a couple corpses out their coffin -

Half a cup of tea with X and Mac and ask what's poppin

Deluded and deranged, feels like

My mind is caught and

They ask if things have changed

Bitch I'm still at rock-bottom

Jotting shit, rotten shit

Hoping I can make a hit

I take a hit, feel the toxins swim

Forget how baked that is

Faded, throwing shade at a motherfuckin'

Basic Bitch

Raided the parade runnin' round half naked

Shiiit, I think I made it to the other side

Where my mind and I attempt to fly

So now while I'm splattered in the dust

Time to go to sleep

Got this unique white-noise

Playing on repeat

Fuck, sittin' warm and cozy

In a throne; prepared by saying

The afterlife is hot as fuck

Skin sizzling like bacon

Demons half-awake and raving in the basement

To Lady-fucking-Gaga, and I made it (She made it)

[Chorus: CHEF]

What the fuck is going on?

This ain't a fucking sing along

I thought this place was Babylon

I ran a fucking marathon to get here

I'm a sleep-walking phenomenon down here

[Verse 2: Eddie Fresco]

FUCK!

The pressure's building up

I gotta make it for the lankers

All the rest I'd given up

I'm losing hope, I'm losing friends

Sometimes I feel like it's enough

I got the gun, look at the sky, should I

Just end it in a rush? Oh

Take another breath, I'm back into my senses

These people drive me crazy

But there's no way I'm gonna end it

I'm fighting for my freedom

So I'm spittin' with a reason

Conversations with my demons every time

I'm trying to sleep, and

[Chorus 2: Eddie Fresco]

This shit's getting to me

I swear some peace and quiet sounds like fuckin' heaven to me

Gettin' lost in life and pokers I've invested in me

Now I look at my reflection, like

What happened to me? (x2) Fuck

[CHEF]

Dead. Man. Walking. (x4)

[Chorus: CHEF]

What the fuck is going on?

This ain't a fucking sing along

I thought this place was Babylon

I ran a fucking marathon to get here

To get here

I said

What the fuck is going on?

This ain't a fucking sing along

I thought this place was Babylon

I ran a fucking marathon to get here

To get here...

[Verse 3: CHEF]

Roll the dice, I want to know my chances

What the odds are

Focus high, one just tiny dances, in a go-kart

Fight or flight instincts come from right inside of your heart

A terabyte-space inside my mind for some more bars

Spillin' it, killin' it, livin' it

Rippin' it, dippin' it, feelin' it

Cadillac inside of Michigan

Stuck on an island with Gilligan

Nope I never been givin' it

CHEF, you know what my mission is

Savin' the mind of the citizens

While drownin' in all of these dividends

[Chorus: CHEF]

What the fuck is going on?

This ain't a fucking sing along

I thought this place was Babylon

I ran a fucking marathon to get here

To get here...