[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Yates on a great song to lay shlong, on a beat a nigga way strong

Everybody tell me to pick up the pace Holmes

So I gotta rip it until all my taste gone

Spray zone, step into me get ya face blown

Stay home, N9na 'bout to race on a bass tone

That double a prone to lay clones up in the pital and they moan with a trach on

I’m the poppa, not the mama, dasvidaniya

When you come into my octagon, you lost mañana

And I'm 'bout to pop the llama, lotta commas, put a rock upon ya

Nobody want it with (K-O-D) and Token, he be on the (J-O-B)

He murderin’ everybody but never the Illuminati

We makin' the wannabes (Say holy) (SHIT!)

N9na and Token be killin' 'em, all the fear that we instill in 'em

Make 'em shiver with the chill and them som' bitches

Thinkin' that Tech N9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches

Some crickets, what they hear in the place when I come wicked

I become vicious, Tecca N9na makin’ dumb digits

And I run with it like when they hung niggas (Pyune)

I be the killa, the one you be feeling for real, I got the hot flows

Caught foes ’cause I got hoes, alot though when I rock shows

Not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like Saso

Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token paint it like Picasso

Motherfucka

[Verse 2: Hi-Rez]

My doctor told me I could not be fixed

My teachers, they told I would not be rich

One of them was right and one of them was wrong, you can guess which was which

Lost in this prison, I've been for myself

I been wishing to assemble with this, and from hell I have risen

The cell that I live in, the liquor and pills are just way too

Impendent

And I am not with it, or able to stop

Call up the cops, call up my mom

I got a problem, I have been slipping, I think I need God

I’ma be sinning until I get caught

In a paradox, I'm breaking out the box

I'ma pair of Yeezys, you a pair of Crocs

I ain't going ’til my face is tearing off, like the anesthetic that be wearing off

First I got a little bit of hit, then I've got a lil' bit of >spit❓❓< then I've got a lil' bit of >❓❓❓❓❓<

I am a prodigy, I'm an anomaly

For all my problems, I need a lobotomy

No one is hotter, when I be rhyming on beats >it's a Sodomy ❓❓❓<

People throw up at the thought of me

Really gotta' pray for a better day

No one really give a damn what I got to say

Lost up in this place, blowing out of space

I think I really need you, better get up out my face

I'm going hard 'til the day that I'm in my casket

It's Hi-Rez, shoutout N9na, Token and Passionate

[Verse 3: Token]

Woah, woah, woah, all respect due, you not due much

You don't do much, you got much to do, I do too much

You got it backwards, I never take back words

Throw words back 'til my back hurt, backed up, when your back turned, I'ma be back

Lookin' for the chip on your shoulder, homie I'ma eat that

Lot of people talkin' about me, I don't keep track

Same people sending me their songs I don't keep track

Click - delete that!

My feedback was, "Quit", so I quit givin' feedback

Kickin' my feet back thinkin' I just need to relax

Shit, where the speed at?

Follow me everybody, murderin' everything

They callin' me teddy but the industry idiots in my pockets to get the money, now bitch repeat that

I'm a young kid, slash old man, slash 'oh man he go HAM', oh shit, no shit, cast that

Fall back on the beat, got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate

Don't respect you if you demand a trampoline every time you take a leap of faith

I take risks, take this, take that, take fans, take shit from no man

No man's land where I send y'all then forget y'all, I'm against y'all

Then again dog, this Token and he a full clip

Can't take me, tame me or entertain me with that bullshit

[Verse 4: Passionate MC]

Yo, I'm putting the Darth in Anakin, ripping apart the planet with niggas alarmed and panicking

Thoughts are scrambling, more than the doctors handling all of your parts with bandages

And with all advantages I can show them through the devastation that

Their end's awaiting like the head of Satan with a demonstration of its separation

Got the pencil breaking in the right hand, twist Necks like a mic stand

Nightmare! Rip flesh in the distance of a lightyear, yeah!

If you really want to talk about the buzz and the way that I had to bring it back quick

With a tactic that is steadily breaking the fabric of the universe suddenly at risk

'Cause I've mastered this, Passionate's back in his actions of sacrilege

After subtracting these bitches way faster than an abacus

I'm blasting shit, the snub nose never tells lies

The .38 wrapped around my waist is not a belt size

Like pregnant birds in the sky, you'll see the shells fly

Then I'll kill myself just to make the devil in hell die

I tell time, and the clock is ticking on the opposition when I pop it in 'em

With an awkward rhythm, you can hear them hollering louder than opera women

I'm a beast!