[Verse 1 - Sticky Fingaz]

Raise your hands if you sick of this fucking buffoonery

Rap niggas is pussy

What they gonna do to me?

Wearing Moissanite can't even rob 'em for their jewelry

Acting like you trill

Will get you killed

Don't screw with me

The last thing I wanna do

Is hurt you fam

But I ain't cross it out

It's still on the list my man

See I knock niggas out

And make 'em piss they pants

But I'm humble I'm much greater than I'll admit I am

Light travels faster

Than sound you see

That's why people appear bright

Before you hear them speak

Don't go to sleep angry

I stay up and plot revenge

Imagine what I do the enemies

Done shot my friends

But I don't have enemies

My friends just detest me

But you better respect or

It's gonna end up messy

Spill blood for this rap shit

I'm deep in the art

Break off your ring finga

That's the vein, that lead to your heart

[Verse 2 - Skits Vicious]

You better move hater!

I shoot guts out ya back by way of Doom Slayer

Cook your heart on a skillet for the true flavour

Burning cars on the cover of the newspaper

100Mad march the streets like we crusaders

Got a pocket in my cheek that packs a huge razor

And I'll take it to your face when you act rude player

Every time I hit your skull, I peal a new layer

Place your bet and get the money from the book maker

I do 'em dirty like trench foot

The 10-foot killer with a history of death like a Brentwood villa

Ain't a damn crew iller, pull the trigger

Brain matter on the bathroom mirror

You won't slither in this grass

I'm from a cloth that don't fit on your bitch ass, the beat give 'em whiplash

I used to rob kids for their Tic Tac's

Now I stick up Christmas dinners in a grinch mask

[Verse 3 - Jay Reaper]

The pain is hard

This life I feel it tear my brain apart

That's how I made these bars

I forged them deep down in my crazy heart

I embraced these scars and

Turn to dust just like a faded star

Life like racing cars and playing cards

So I stay alarmed

And I raised the bar

Raised the fuckin level

Better play your part

Try to label me I rip the label off

The way I walk the way I talk

This shit is payin' off

Cause real niggas got my back

You soft like Tater Tot

These bitches playin' hard to get

But I don't bust no sweat

I bust cum and bust guns right in yo fuckin neck

And any pig motherfucker try to disrespect

Is gettin' checked

Is gettin' stuffed full of crystal meth

I know its hardcore, but we don't parlé

We rip your arms off

Talkin' that shit I take ya tonsils

A monster is what I strive to be

Come and see me ride the seas, yeah

Fuck tha buffoonery