[Verse 1: Bender & Patience]

Ayo it's Bender get the name right, you shouldn't play mics

If you're the same type to boast but get no shine by the stage lights

I lay the C4, Patience clutch the detonator

Quick to clip the wings off the angels of our better nature

I crash-landed this shit in mass transit

Bumping Johnny Cash and Fear of A Black Planet

Appearing to cast magic my theory's to hatch havoc

So bring the sickest head to me here and I'll CAT scan it

Now they're invested in the appropriate opiate

After studying our live show and observing just how dope we get

And I don't think you comprehend how big this ocean is

You're hunting Moby Dick with a kayak and a goalie's mitt

All your crew does is burn joints like rheumatism

So to be saying you're useless, that's to be using a euphemism

Y'all need to reevaluate the way you salivate

I'm spitting 60 fistfuls of these missiles at your cavalcade

It's dismal, poker face, stay adrenaline proof

I'm like Duke Ellington caress the elephant tooth

Got veteran's juice, abusing your pathetic excuse

And stay deep below the surface when the pelican swoops

Now here's the payload, rip ya' heart through ya' chest like I'm Kano

Trickier than twisting spliffs inside a F5 tornado

Ayo, get medivaced to the closest helipad

We got a flow that's making pussies disappear just like the Cheshire Cat

[Chorus: *samples*]

"Rapper! Down goes another rapper"

"La la la la la la la la"

"Bullseye, direct hit don't miss"

"My motherfucking style is mad murderous"

"Rapper! Down goes another rapper"

"La la la la la la la la"

"Bullseye, direct hit don't miss"

"My motherfucking style is mad murderous"

[Verse 2: Patience & Bender]

I keep it unique, with my ear to the streets

Hearing the beat, never after the dough like deerlets in heat

You're feared of my speech, so it's clear this is the nearest you'll creep

Wielding a shepherd's cane and left with stains from tears from the sheep

So here it gets deep, suckers step I'll have to fracture a loser

Great Scott! Takeoff, I'm heading back to the future

It's heart surgery during an earthquake kid, you're at a loss today

I damage decibel levels of anyone in my octave range

Acoustic electric, got movements proving a useful invention

An emcee mold-breaker with abusive intentions

You're empty soothsayer so I'm adjusting your throat

Wack kids on number one records like the Republican vote

So fuck what you wrote, heavy flow? You ain't a buck when you're soaked

No filler, no fluff you pump up nothing but dough

We're crushing your hopes, wit' linguistics witnessing through human eyes

Kid, I know the ledge like an indecisive suicide

Now we provide the fucking freshest steez you've ever seen

Even the scale, you'll never referee my pedigree

Yes it's we, some big hitters with heavy dreams

Best believe, everything I bring leaves the sets diseased

And you can guess that we've been mastering this

Ration ya' spit, I'ma seal mine with a passionate kiss

Who's bringing a vintage English [?] that's sinking after it hits?

My heart and soul in hip hop, music I have to admit

[Chorus: *samples*]

"Rapper! Down goes another rapper"

"La la la la la la la la"

"Bullseye, direct hit don't miss"

"My motherfucking style is mad murderous"

"Rapper! Down goes another rapper"

"La la la la la la la la"

"Bullseye, direct hit don't miss"

"My motherfucking style is mad murderous"

[Outro: *sample*]

"Now just there Lord, there, right there, that's it....uhh...this is beautiful...uh that's good. Right on it, yeah...uhh...ooh...just a, little bit...mmm...yeah...uhh...mmm...ahh, uhh, yeah"