[Verse 1: Jean Grae]

Jean, always inappropriate

The socially inept, the stogie smoker

With a Boba Fett helmet on the red carpet

That I bought from Target

See you can do it too, I just take it the farthest

Screw you

I can make you take your brain apart

With garden tools a rake to start with, ho

Get out my lane for starters, I'm a rapist barber

I'll line 'em up and fuck their faces with this

Razor sharp wit, as sharp as 8 guitar picks

Fitted with lasers on 'em

I'm getting Asian on 'em

Do the math

Stations got Nathan on 'em, nothing

Playing, fucking cowards

You're due the wrath, I do devour, rude for hours

Due to last, brutal bruiser, Shropshire Slasher

Fucking posers, I'm unglued and past help I'm know I'm

Self help books ....with no pages on stages, felt this?

Cooked by Food Chain, it's amazing, hey, keep her

In your good graces cause I'm...I'm uh...

[Hook]

Killing everybody in sight

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]

Finagle verbatim with anger

Based in hatred, for lazy rappers

Play me backwards, get no satan statements

The opposite of Jason Statham, never crunk mechanic, nope

I'm drunk, my manics, slow, I never judge or panic

Panoramic flow, as wrong as NAMBLA on

Yo Gabba Gabba's show, when I'm in town the ambulances show

Word evangelist, diabolical vandalist

Infamous, Maya Angelou with Marlon Brando shit

Cantankerous as kangaroos on angel dust

I'll kick your face in til your face is facing 8 of us

I'm out of order, got restraining orders? Wait, your honor!

He made me do it, I'm a angel, check my face, I'm honest

I make electric chair music

I dare you music

It's fair to use it in scenarios wherever you is

View it as killer, not sedated or some euthanasia

When Jean is illing

Call your mama tell her that your days up

I'm...I'm ... uh

[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]

Myers, Michael, Psycho

Lucky Number Slevin

6 million ways to die

Saw Seven

Leaving skeletons charred with dental records revealed...

Post...

Stab Kelloggs strangle General Mills

Gattaca, black magic more dramatic than Attica

Defrost your head and then smack the

Shit out of yah, then refreeze it call it the

First murder remix, kill 'em revive em I leave them alive paraplegic

I've never seen my reflection, guess who you're about to interview

Make heads spin, literally, separate blood...

Centrifuge

Generally accused of a mutant who

Kills sentinels eventually

For days of futures past intentionally

I'm in a clinic for sinners who reach there insanity pinnacle

Strangle instrumental interludes with chords umbilical

Step light, expedite

Left, right, ventricle from Queens to Flint

No finger print is identical I'm