[Verse 1: Cricket Novatore]

My flows inhuman, cyborg precision

Weak rappers is hyped up like terrorism

Beast emcees gets slept on like mattresses

Half of these radio fans is fuckin' masochists

Bump this shit in your DeLorean from the passenger

My crews got plans for the future like flux capacitors

So come with vests cuz our weapons highly advanced

Mad steez like 80's cats with sweatbands

Breakdance on the heads of every nemesis

This ain't a game so don't play me like SEGA Genesis

Motherfuckers who can't walk the walk

But love to talk get stalked and outlined in fuckin' chalk

Head severed by the verbal assassin- imagine

Disconnected from the torso and still yackin'

I feed you cyanide and tell you that it's listerine

Or promethazine, leaving you mute and lungs crystal clean

[Hook]

Drained our pockets for this album cuz we had to spit

Big-timers only talk cuz they're full of shit

But idle threats are whack

I know that for a fact

You tryina front for daps

Fuck that!

[Verse 2: Puck]

Outta body for so long

Being sober makes me sick

If I arrange the words just right

Will I get the form to fit

Bug-eyed watching bugs

I fucking process in illusion

Rage all the rage in the future

But there's still no revolution

Anemone tentacle curled and sprung

Barbed wire for every tongue

Lips smacking

Two flapping halves amassing

Evidence this living shit is fucked up

And how rough can I ride before I die

What's it even mean to truly be alive

Crooked cops and greedy bosses

Friends who really know me

A touch that can disarm me what the fuck

What am I but a weaponized body

A host for an army

Of whims and sins and prisons

Nested and festering, spinning filaments

I'm chugging drugs, pulling plugs

A word's no good when the harvest is

Slit throats as rosy garnishes

Lungs heaving, wept flaccid

Bouquet of bodies drowned in acid

And when you breaching

Blue sky yawns, the dawn brings the fever on

Kill yer dad

Kill the preacher

Kill the one who birthed you, creature

Spewed out all once, dripping

Parasitic sticky ripping

When the curtain split in two

Who was rending it asunder

Faded enraged we blunderin'

Angrily banging

We gon' die baby

[Hook]

[Verse 3: TWC]

I'm rappin' it fast got me hyperventilating

Suicide, homicide or genocide I'm always contemplating

Bloodthirsty like an addict gotta satisfy the craving

And my brain will always work but my sanity is fading

And the way I spit them words it is fucking amazing

Skeetin' off the scene bustin' rounds leaving shell casings

And I'll rip your fuckin' skin off as easy as shaving

I'm a demon with a mask like I'm fucking trick or treatin'

Take the pistol and then I slap you with it before I put the clip in

Laying your crew out and then I get the dipping

Take a pound and start the flipping, never hesitate for killin'

Throwin' gang signs like I'm fuckin' Crippin'

But you'll never catch me slipping, cuz I'll slap you like I'm pimpin'

Or hit you with the bottle that I'm sipping

What the fuck is y'all motherfuckers trippin'

I'll just take the fuckin' pistol out and let it start fuckin' spittin'