[Coolzey]

So what's your pleasure, hops?

Let me dig around in my treasure box

Battling me is like drinking Clorox with small pox

Call off your dog 'cus he's barking up the wrong tree

Yeah I make all types of music and it all rocks

So welcome to the cutting room

End up on the floor with that out of focus bullshit I'm trying to ignore

I'm trying to explore all types of realms

And when it comes to movies

I'm watching all types of films

Cataclysmic, psychedelic, Retroactive

Smack a sucka in face with my adlibs

Sad little kid left crying in the corner

With their thumbs up they asses like little Jack (Warner?)

Adorn a house with a reef made of reefer

Then I come to drive a (benz?) like my man Ben (Keefer?)

Who's Wiz Khalifa? I never heard one joint

How much more work I gotta do before the fun point?

The gun points at anyone who sets foot on my property

The morning after, "How you feel son?" Awfully

Unlawfully is how I choose to make loot

'Cus the bitch white devil motherfuckers got monopoly

Blocking up the grid like traffic

Come up to the mic if you'd like to get your ass kicked

'Cus here's some shit I wrote real quick

Y'all bitches sucking on plastic, why don't you suck a real dick?

'Cus I'm a real hit from the country

You couldn't find my pack even if you learned to hunt, G

And oh yeah, and all you grungy, crunchy

Granola eating hippies need to stay out of my lunch, see?

I'm not trying to eat some tofu

And I hate a motherfucker trying to act like they know you

Matter of fact, I'm crazy nice

You wanna take my advice, get the fuck off the mic

[Jarrett Mitchell]

I wanna tell the world today that everything is fucking maybe not okay

You wanna take your money or tax dollar on a vacay?

Well I wanna tell you about the way the Waco burned

And two way firms

And who set and burned with the money you earned

Tax dollars gonna pay, okay?

[Coolzey]

I conjure images and kids that's suggestible

Ask me if I'm drinking, I'll say I had just a few

If you just a new kid trying to hit the Midwest

Take it slow, we don't like your big city attitude

It's hard to stay mad at you, you're so cute

Like a six year old walking to school in his snow boots

Don't worry son, you're rhymes will improve dramatically

I'm dropping jewels for you, how come you getting mad at me?

Emphatically is how I pronounce a spell

That sends a motherfucking demon flying screaming back to hell

So smack the bell because I'm in the ring

With my dukes up and it's your new stuff that I'm injuring

I'm telling y'all that shit is dead

You better find another rhyme to spit instead

But that's okay this is rehearsal

First I escape them I'm going for reversal

And now I'm going for pin

1-2-3, Doctor Don bring the record in

So I can proceed lace it like lingerie

Yo Jarret, I got no more that I wanna say

[Jarrett Mitchell]

I do yoga everyday

'Cus I'm a soldier, okay?

You wanna say it's me versus you?

Well that's only if you're the fucking man in blue, baby

I am a fucking soldier today

I do yoga everyday

Everything ain't fucking okay

It's only me versus you if you're the man in blue

(Outro)