[Intro]

Here's a little song I–I could sing for you

[Hook: Edits]

If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes

And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes

[Verse 1: Hons]

Well Honson lines up cunts like fist-fucking chicks with [?]

Hard to get rid of like orphans, more restraining than orders

We be the hip-hop performers [?] beef in double quarters

Killing kids like abortions with the drop of a chorus

This track'll be recorded at the Sticky Tape Lodge

Leavin' those with no antidore, my circus with cops

The verses you drop on any track I pack with skill

Your idea of distribution's your tape with Macca's Happy Meals

Packin' more playouts than Keno, damn, we're scorchin' hot

Droppin' punchlines on me's like openin' up Pandora's box

Got you watching your step like little girls playing hopscotch

And now it's time for [?] with production that's top-notch

Flows that don't mess, raps that leave you tone deaf

Beating me's not gonna happen like getting pregnant from phone sex

Or of my own sense, own flows, I bomb shows

Funkoars keep your girl's snatch wet like a dog's nose

[Verse 2: Sesta]

We've been feeding this verse with the reason for this beef

You bringing diminishing critics by flipping my tongue on the mic like cunnilingus

Why you even here today?

Hittin' the split of the chick's pink bits like it was written in brail

And I've gone blind

'Cause I'm sick of your third eye speakin' your suicidal mind

So why don't you just save us the time and die?

Got you're hiding like a faggot in the days of The Bible

You're hearin' us spit it quicker than these two fingers into your sister

Chris and her were the first leading blisters

And you're scared 'cause it's not hard to bypass your heart

Got you paler than the bottom half of my arm, you see:

I don't give a fuck

Like my dick was stapled to my nuts

And I walk around on crutches because of the sheer size of my crotch

This verse is over like every track your vocals touch

[Hook: Edits]

If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's

You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes

And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

[Verse 3: Trials]

I be the most lethal post-foetal beat jacker

Known to slap a wack rapper in line for fuckin' with mine

My rhymes leave you in a daze like weeks to fortnights

But now I'm twice as nice, and when I'm slaughterin' mics

I'm on top of this situation like chicks dominated

I'm losin' patience like a plane-struck nation

See I'm sick of suckers that try, they're hand demandin' respect

Like it's an unpaid debt, what you expect?

You better check the noise that these MCs make

My release date sparks gallant girls three ways

Keep your place, well cunt, your luck's up

Man I need the pornos to make your crew shut the fuck up

This ain't a game but, if it was, I'd be under par

Like I was spittin' rap backwards, it ain't that hard

To see that fuckin' with me's like larceny

Because you get a game quicker than the last MC

[Verse 4: Vents]

You shouldn't step to the damager, many challengers

Try to battle the Vents when they grab me

Havin' skills or the freestyle stamina

So you best scatter you forgot a type savager

Jet like I'm Arab with a dynamite packager

Who wants to stay strapped with the force of a terrorist? Vents

I stay sober, vibin' off the terrorist threats

And nevertheless, the recipe's especially fresh

When the Vents snatch the breath from an enemy chest

You better be jest, step like hastily bounce

And go find the best route to the safety house

Take me out? Nah, nah bro, that ain't rational

I sicker than a side effect, that's why I'm Panadol

So use a capital V for the animal

Murder you and rappers say thanks when I'm servin' ya

[Hook: Edits]

If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's

You couldn't write a silent rhyme, I'll take you out with pantomimes

And if you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones

If you step to this, we snap your raps quicker than Quentin's bones