[Verse 1: Cricket]

I be blastin' skulls, Kurt from Nirvana

And I stay laced up like cocaine and marijuana

I run up on ya, bring the heat like a sauna

If it's drama I don't wanna hear at all, you're a a goner

Laces out Ray Finkle with the kick off

I disappear like John Bobbit with his dick off

Run your team into the ground Eric Bischoff

Kalashnikov, AK, with the switch off

I spark this shit off and blow like dynamite

The hottest thing in site, I'm lusted like a Dynobike

A Tantō knife is far superior in a pistol fight

If the range is 5 feet and the barrel bests my appetite

There's my lesson now it's time to fuckin' end this shit

It just makes sense like the subject and the predicate

I'm negative, you know this hatred's all consuming

I masturbate on skeletons, cuz sex and death's amusing

[Verse 2: Puck]

Walkin' downtown with my hands in my pockets no Glocks yet

Jus' a dub from a bad bitch haven't rocked yet

Lips smackin' in the wind 'bout the sins I'm gon' commit

So they say I look committed and I am to the dope beat

Bouncin' in my bedsheets figuring out how to bust a fat nut lyrically

Ridiculously high, I'm a deer in lights surprised

My flow so gusher sweet and I still ain't got cavities

Less they the dead bodies I'm droppin'

When my spit hits bubonic, plagued with bitches electronic

I'm as fast as Sonic I'm screwin' hoes like pinballs they roll thru

Though to be true I only fuck with Freaks and Geeks

Cut short the same, but no future ain't bleak

See you dead in the street and truth is fuck the world and shit

I want to burn it quick like the spliff that I toke up, Im choked up, fuck