[Intro]

Yo, let me tell you 'bout a crew I know

The crash unit had to come and steal the show

Whenever nervous wrecks and therapists come

To take you back, you know the job ain't done

And I know, oh yes, I know, I know because I'm Therapist son

Yo, check this out

Ad the high hats

Work, yo

[Verse 1]

I appeal to the criminal minds

You've been blinded, this shit is so timeless

You need to open your eyes, you cat-napping

My squad blasts tracks, see proof, back tracking (Therapist)

Now what you know about ill flows, you not go (Ah)

You'se a suck off, bitch I'm a hard stroke

Etching my name in the payments so mistake forever

I'm paying dues, make more moves than the game of checkers (Checkers)

So get your back sticks

And when you come here, act like you have sense

Don't talk out your ass bitch

My raps is classic and crafted, I know the ropes

Sucker MC's never make it up the totem pole

Who knows and goes

Crash, you niggas starving now

Any faggot talking out his ass, better crumble down

'Cause I'm all about drama, my crowd too big to swallow

So trust me, when my mood swings, my pistol follow

What? After all weight turns out

Tools get burned out, your rhymes is run out

I immediately come out raw, ready to blast out (Birds)

Don't boast my roast, my very last nerve

I give the last word and the last how, ha

Tryna laugh past you, rap asses

Now sit back, relax and jack your safety buckles

The caskets tryna make me stumble, they just make me chuckle

I hate to break your bubble but I'm the freshest

Don't even try to test this

You only touch kids that's child molesters, I'm a lesson

Cat's like you, dime a dozen, you just play hard

Panic rapping, just don't quit your day job

My rap control is insane when I say rhymes

These goon walls can't hold a flame to mine

And as an MC on this dope record

Time that we break for a second

[Interlude]

(Man speaks)

[Verse 2]

Yo, break is over, we taking over

Let's ride through your home spot, I be the controller

You can't grab hold of

Your catch is field mice, I'll be King Cobra

The ride of rude rebels, at level fifteen

The ends boosted up to ten, you know what I mean

It seems you got some bitch within you

My peoples stare down the whole damn venue

Not a part, not a fractional so what

Crackled ceilings and crumbled walls

Long terrain, immune to the pain

We save enough, y'all putting money down in vain

You ain't no big dawg, no pay day

You pay, them hoes pop, you get your wig peeled

You ain't no big dawg, you not no big dick

You paid, them hoes po, you get your wig picked

You pray my logo, I heard you pitch well

You tryna bug out, I sit still

Yo, I feel like you should both come to terms

Even though I can't smah up your concerns

Hypothetically or in reality

Taking you out, is a small technicality

Rhymes like these or rhymes like this up

While I diss 'em, soft, silly, low budget sucker like yourself

I got the style, you couldn't eat at my household

I labeled it sucker boy style

I like to do it once in a while

[Outro]

(Static speaking)