[Verse 1: Cranky]

It’s Cranky, dropping verbs, young Papa Smurf

Looking at you like long hair, not concerned

Y’all gon’ learn today your man ain’t popular first

Placate populace, radiate waves off of the verse

Payday, stack bills like I’m bad at Tetris

That’s real, y’all pop pills like a fifties housewife

I’m outright bout mine until the chalk outline

No downtime, that’s upside down like bad investments

Or headstands, untying my sweatpants waistband with my left hand

Face-planted in great legs wetter than eight kegstands

Great chance it’ll make PornHub

Sure ‘nough like fake friends that’ll snake your love

Sure ‘nough like eight grams of the cake snort up

Ain’t doper than the shit in my rhyme pad that I’m bored of

Than listen to these fuckboy rappers

Well, I’d rather cut off my dick and slide a catheter cord up

But yo, let me tell you all ‘bout me

See boy I’m Fallout 3 crossed with like all three Beastie Boys

So call out me, better be ready to be destroyed

I’m all out, peace be just a copout, keeps me ‘noid

I be on my suit and tie shit

Y’all be on your suicide shit

Your crew’ll die quick, if you alive quit

Tryna’ meet your maker, dude well I’m it, fuck y’all

[Verse 2: Miky]

I’m a large arsenal that’s filled with God particles

To destroy emcees till they spill out garbage juice

The misfits that’s mixed with liquid

From Adamantium, Vibranium in the pigment

Yeah, meaning that we beyond humans

They clashing with armed mutants

Energy rising, hit ‘em with Hadoukens

Confusion is leaving 'em all clueless

Don’t get hit with the head shaker

Chest crater, breath taker, the death maker

It will help you meet your crypt keeper

They just mad I kill everything I touch like the Grim Reaper

But I’m bout to go on, my Mighty Morphing

The ones to assemble the team like Voltron

Man, I’m just speaking the truth

Even as a cell I was sick, you seeing the proof

So just gimme the loot before I give you boot

‘Cause it’s the clash of the gods, Justice League versus Legion of Doom

I’m thinking futuristically

Cut off they halos, they never gonna be ahead of me

It’s the beginning of rap with some sinister facts, my intelligence way ahead of them

It’s a treasure chest, archeologist of the ones that’s steady digging the raps, ugh

With the wickedest traps and the militant act

Seven deadly sins, but they’re the ones that’s feeling the wrath

[Verse 3: ZEPS]

Yeah, ha, listen to that as I be ripping the track, oh what a vicious attack

Holding the mic like I’m gripping an axe, chopping the flow then I’m switching it back

Like I was watching Sports Center and then my girl changed it

Words dangerous, freestyle until I’m world famous

'Till everybody knows my face

And in this game put down my stuff to hold my place

Bro I’m great, flow migrate, make the ground shake

They feel the aftershock through the whole Tri-State, ha, ha, ha

I’m a hit ‘em with a proper flow, gotta very dirty mind I’m about to show

It’s eleven thirty five and I gots to go to the bodega on the corner for some platanos

(Y’all sweeter than maduros) I’m crispy tostones

(Damn this guy got balls) So you licking my cajones

Now, who got the best charm, rappers causing ZEPS harm

Nah, never that, half these cats they shop at Dress Barn

Fresh beats like you would get from a farm

Peep, if heads sleep you better set the alarm

(Tick tock) Hip hop's my incredible path

When it first started people thought it never could last

Raise the volume up higher so the levels can blast

So sick, don’t trip find the medical staff (where's the nurse?)

Kinda thirsty, if you got some Henny pass it quick

This beat is grimy on some New York City classic shit

The kid he’s passionate with that witty rapping, bitch

I ain’t letting none of y’all eat like skinny actresses

[Verse 4: MADic]

From Minneapolis, MADic bucking, the stage crazy

Blunt in the booth I be puffing thicker than Jay’s lady

So the crib when we spitting in it be staying hazy

Deranged bangers, my brain hitting the page lately

Keeping it gutter, creeping the with the freaks and geeks

While the Jack D sleep in my stomach

Eating you suckers, fiending for a piece of you fuckers

Knife in my grip, slicing your mix CD cause it’s utter trash

Packing the Mac in the back of the Ac

Strapped with a laptop, cracking your stats when attacking a track

'Till I’m stacking the platinum plaques and I’m that nigga like

The past jiggy thriller M. Jack, back when he black

Half of you wack, the other forty nine point nine nine

Percent of you guys pure shit in disguise

But I’m that point oh one percenter

Occupy members copy my figure, burn my effigy, but ain’t stopping this nigga

This vodka I'm gripping assaulting my liver

Put a sock in it talking you bigger, I spot you, binocular vision

I'm rocking with Rakim when you clock in my spitting

Loaded, ready, exploding poems with my octopus ink pen

That Optimus living hype it looking something like

Another day in the life of the motherfucking tight

Of the rubber glove and knife, the surgical structure writes

Searching for cervixes, swerve on surfaces drunker type

I'm getting crunker right, can I still say that word?

The Earth birthed me as a Space Invader gamer nerd

Took a turn, met the creator when I blazed the herb

Endowed to me his powers, now I’m bound to slay these major herbs

My brain, it staying colorful

Displaying my Super Saiyan way of creating a painting of what I do

Rearrange the earth under you, I'm coming get cover, fool

Stunt and get stung by a stunner, we motherfucking cruel