[Verse 1: Yakuza Cowboy]

These kids is grifted with minimal sense of discipline

We in the trenches, hidden menace with ballistic instruments

Sprinkle pinches of cinnamon

Delicious rhythms limitless

Taught as cookies scorch a rookie on some crispy fritter shit

Business is business, don't question mathematics

In the traffic jam we brandish bazookas and blast the traffic

Panoramic painting of my brain in random transit

Pandemanium crocodile tears Arabian casket

[Hook]

Give ‘em mass and watch they preconceived notions erode

Punch the numbers in the doors of perception, open the code

We in the basement, relay the information overload

I’m toe-to-toe with my own derangement, we bout to overthrow ourselves

“-ry-that-I-can-op-en-I-an-am-my-eye-I've-I-uh

Uh-uh-I-can-op-en-I-an-my-I've-uh-that-I-can-op-en

-ry-that-I’ve-I-op-en-I-ave-I-can-op-en-I-that

-ry-that-I-can-op-en-I-am-ry-that-I-can-op-en”

[Post-Chorus]

The flow is hell now we caught up in a commonwealth

Spray a thug, paint the wall with blood like Jeffrey Dahmer does

[Verse 2: Dastardly Kids]

So Dastard's been menacing since papa left for cigarettes

Black and mild till I got a brick on rock steady

Drunk off some ice tea, high offa' 80

I climbed to Mt. Olympus, told the rap gods, “bless me”

Obliged ‘cause the gods wise, got some with my mind straight scripture

Spit it in your face, if you hate niggas, break triggers

I was just too mad to aim, sprayed everything

Triple propane on a hot day

Hot as hell, hold it to the sun so it can light my Ls better

Fuckers cut up and they end up dismembered

Gutted, looted, got, one “RIP” on Twitter

I'm a go-getter blowin' smithers, that's some good pot

Huh

Immortal flow

I'm rotten if I could rot

Twist plot to dreadlocks blood clot make your heart stop

(Make your heart stop)

[Hook]

Bone's eye, yeah (heart stop, heart stop)

Bone’s eye, mmm

[Verse 3: Dastardly Kids]

Bone’s eye full of bone-cold

My tongue cold, spores fungal, tangled hair Rapunzel

I run soles like death skulls with eyes of coals trapped in the catacombs and you'll never know

I’m bad bones breakin' at the fingertips

A lone dog that never been obedient

Lurkin' in the back, buried from the seedy shit

Stealin' gold from the greediness

Dastardly from my head to my greasy dick

It’s masterful like acid pulled offa' sheets

Tactical like the sun when it's holding heats

Predictive how the world molded me

Grimy as dirt: how it's supposed to be

[Hook]

Grimy as it's supposed to be, bitch

“Inter-plannetary-ter-ray-ter-ra-ca-ca-ca-I-can-o-o-o

Inter-plannetary-ter-ray-ter-ra-ca-ca-ca-I-can-o-o-o”