[Intro: Engineer]

Already baby

Uh

[Verse 1: Engineer]

I gotta be nice just to get a grand

So Engine can, get the crowd hyper than a metal band

But you better scram, ‘cause this ain’t Never-Neverland

This is more like war in the desert sand

This ain’t for cats who want synthetic jams

And need to dance just to keep their attention spans (what is it?)

This is on another level fam

That’s why I’m above you laughing pointing down like a pentagram

Getting rich without a credit scam

While y’all tryna cop expensive brands waiting on a pension plan

And I don’t need y’all to lend a hand

Unless you extendеd fam or you share my genetic strands

So fall back, salutе me like Lieutenant Dan

You racing against the Lambo wit’ a rental van

Uh, y’all some newborns bumping heads with rams

You messed up, don’t get touched like a breast exam

Don’t jump in the deep end if you ain’t ever swam

And don’t try to shine next to me unless you wanna get a tan

And don’t you ever ever ever ever plan

To sell me nothing, unless you charging 10 a gram

You think you better than Eng’? You guys is lame

Must be sniffing lines of ‘caine so go and get your sinus drained

My mind sharp, inside my brain I hide a blade

Like a terrorist pilot trained to fly a plane

And you might get slain like Dimebag Darrell and die on stage

When I’m at ya’ show tossing live grenades

Breaking out the lion’s cage in a primal rage

I’ll leave you ripped up like targets at a firing range

In these final days, rolling joints wit’ a Bible page

This is written like Mayans predicting tidal waves

So I choose my fate and decide the way

Just to spit sicker than hybrid strains of viral plagues, get at me

[Chorus: Engineer & Loe Pesci]

It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs

Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans

We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van

We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands

It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs

Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans

We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van

We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands

[Verse 2: Loe Pesci]

Flow scorching, blowtorch, heat raising

So on and so forth, cremate ‘em

Who wanna start a riot and get the streets blazing?

Heat pavement and write ya’ name as a keepsake in

Sampler keep hating, PMS and bleed aching

I punch her in the pads, beatmaking

Lease Satan my sedan I was speed-racing

It’s less shady than that van, but he keeps trailing

Hash butter at the Last Supper

Fucker we stoned as hand-craft structures made of sand clusters

Bitch don’t get it confused like love and sex

Coconut bars, bounty so we hunting heads

You think the pen’s for penning verses and nothing less

But fuck with Pesc’ and a Bic quick to puncture necks

Rip off arms, turn you to human bubble vests

Catching bodies hitting skins like a drummer’s sweat

You’re only green as a French salad

Only bread’s a egg sandwich

Your lady say you tough, step faggot

Now control your bitch like a pimp in a sex racket

Or I’ll sew ya’ baby mouth like she born wit’ a cleft palate

Loose cannon, outer space in the booth rapping

Whole time, we been in the studio like the moon landing

Flyer than me? You bet I’m not just laughing

You must be on H like a helicopter landing

[Chorus: Engineer & Loe Pesci]

It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs

Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans

We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van

We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands

It’s Loes and Eng’, we wolves and y’all are lambs

Whole pack cutting deep, go call ya’ mans

We stay beasting, from Montreal to Van

We can do it on the mic or brawl wit’ hands