[Verse 1: Dr. Mindbender]

Although you need it [?] to heed the call of the speeches

[?]

[?] happening to depart us as evil

[?] tapestry of the Garden of Eden

Scheming, dreaming of [?], sipping the semen of demon

[?] to leave the strongest, believe us

Back to the halls of [?], habitat for the hardest

Hip-hop was never a problem until it flooded the market

There were crabs in a bucket, fuck it, [?]

To [?] in a public confession

Competition makes me prospering to the average listener

Ruin just to shape shift for a definite sphincter

What the hell would a manger, get back a lazy [?], evasive agent of [?], a vacant agent of sale

Like an ancient [?] playlist, I’m engaging in [?]

Lose respect [?] as my only motivation

[Verse 2: Johnny Cypher]

Hi, remember me, I’m that guy from the past

Little voice up in your head, the joker behind the glass

Trapped up in secondary, mentally steady, in class I’ve always been single and I could never make the advance

Higher in my English paper, fighter off in the [?]

Wrote a form of an alligator, trying to be an instigator

The Casper ghost haunting the school halls of [?]

Is anybody there?

I’m way too scared to the fucking truth or dare

Here on the double, [?] shuffle, anyone sung quick [?] brothel

Scream to the bottle, [?], [?], [?]

Killing I mention [?] dense any better

Boom bap [?] unravel

[?] chapel, I’m back to the back, be basically beat anybody in a battle

The [?] animal, finding my line

You’re [?], strapped to the back [?] bad joke

Terrible, you’ll get back to the blunt smoke

Won’t go back to [?] though just ‘cause [?]

Is anybody ever even into Miles Davis?

I feel like I’m shredded by a million agents

Secondhand smokers on your back of Camel chokers

On that neat little soldiers of death, why won’t you give it a rest?

The only bad thing about smoking is the fucking bad breath

IRA, fuck death

I’ll play my way through every bet [?] nonsensical

I’ll push [?] to Congress until they call it congressional

But I guess I’m miserable, I’m only killing the half of you

The other half will spare if the crowd doesn’t laugh at you

One, two, three, four

[Verse 3: Replicator]

A commonplace tectonic plates, we contemplate the human race

Abominate this foolish place, [?]

The hecklers cause a call and left you inaudibly follow through

We curse the acts of mockery while witnessing hypocrisy

Stay distance [?], predicted with philosophy

Quality over quantity while taking away your right to breathe, [?]

Let’s go [?] my shoulders like [?]

Taming you for the thrill of hurdling boulders

Immersed in [?], swear I’m shaking my [?]

Better said to yourselves or be dismembered with splendor

Like results of fender bender put inside of a blender

Said [?] put any effort

Never rested from [?] forever

A clever gent to the endeavors to protect all the treasure

Imagine [?], bashing these lyricals, crash in a pinnacle, typically cynical

Wholly divisible, lonely and miserable but only you’re clinical, raps are predictable, typical

[?] statistics, literally spitting a twisted linguistics

Guttural kick of linguistically misfit, rationally thinking cylindrical mystic