[Intro: JakProgresso]

Fatal Dose shit

Dead Rabbits shit

Some VHS tape shit

Yo

[Verse 1: JakProgresso]

This shit mad crack, a Charlie Sheen rock

Drip nasty like dead babies (ew) sprayed on screenshots

I'm on my beam pod

Me and Coast scope out like a epileptic thot's eyeballs when you hit the G spot (Umm)

Smoke so much weed, my skin got, leaf spots

And the rats hit mad young, like teen moms

I eat shrooms like leaf cutters and puff pie (Woah)

I'm the Acid SpongeBob who lives in a spit bubble under a tongue blot

We at the pool trippin' (hahahaha), everything cool then the mood switches

My spit look likе, dope in the spoon fizzin' (Psh)

I take a dab hit and writе some mad shit

My bones eyein' Hell's magnet

Transgender parent; I drag kids (What?)

Drugs in jail, the pen push crack and bag it

Camp out at Lake Sammamish, and snap pics

[Verse 2: Coast LoCastro]

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo

The first time I met Jak, he smelt like a dead babbi (What up?)

Then he popped the fuckin' trunk in the back of his red Mahdi (Boop, boop)

I said "Johnny, that ain't the way you do that

Let's cut his face off and pose for selfies for the group chat"

I got a gravy stain on my favorite Nike Airs

We paisan' (paisan'!) but not the kind with the spiky hair (Uh-uh)

Icy stairs lead to shallow holes in Westchester

I caved his head in with the lead from my bed dresser

To stop Moloids, I rock a pendant coined in red pepper

Ask for money in luck it doesn't get better

Fresh dressed, a FILA suit with the gorilla cap

That's why these freaks twittin' where the fuck is FILA back?

I'm in a villa in Milan countin' scrilla stacks

Dick stickin' to my leg 'til she peel it back

And take a proper slurp, look it up, forgot his shirt

Yo' plug never pick up when you call, well, I got the work callin'

[Outro: Coast LoCastro]

914-597-7721

But I be scrapin' in the evenings, aight?

[Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)]

Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing, intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes. But do me this one last favor, Lord; just give me five more high-speed hours before you bring the hammer down, just let me get rid of this goddamn...