[BRIDGE: Maxi K.D.]:

Let me go and snap real quick

She sending me some pics of her ass real quick (STREAKS!)

Sipping on that pack real quick

Finna go attack real quick

[VERSE 1: Maxi K.D.]:

Uhm, what am I talking about?

Bitch I can't hear you, you ain’t rapping too loud

Rhyme with a pounce

Cuz I write to the bounce

Hi, I'm out here stacking amounts

Of my cash so I can fill my account

Mhm, kinda still missed on the sound

I'm covered in water so you bitches can drown (HA!)

Bitches aroused when I speak yet I’m (what?)

Lost like some keys that don't jingle

Feeling kinda dark like I'm Venom

White little kid, Malcolm in the Middle

Started at the bottom now I'm somewhere in the middle

Sorry if I'm bobbing my head too much, but I fiddle

Whenever I hear a good song, and I just did it (AY!)

Finna go and get it, lemme backtrack, got the pack in the back of the backpack

Finna clap back

I don't ever want a verse to feel a little half-assed

Snap back, tap gats for ass hats in the backseat of my rhyme sheet, when I rap fast

Finna pass that

Cuz I'm past the past that's passed, man

Now I’m re-inventing myself

Deleted the vents from my cell

Now I’m texting hoes and excel

Add it all up like a chart in Excel

Now you don't gotta wonder why I’m doing so well

I'm different

This shit a Breath Of The Wild the way I'm linking these rhymes

Bitch, I'm a high ruler because I’m changing the times

You clowns so balled in while copying just like you all Mr. Mime

Know that your hearing's disabled, but y'all still missing the signs

I could fucking speak in Braille and y'all still wouldn't bump fire

And y'all still bitch ‘bout exposure but ain't been in the light

And now death's in the corner the way I'm writing these notes like I'm Light

[BRIDGE: Maxi K.D.]:

Let me go and snap real quick

She sending me some pics of her ass real quick (STREAKS!)

Sipping on that pack real quick

Finna go attack real quick

[VERSE 2: Amn3sia]:

Can you see the blood on the walls?

Can you feel the fear when you walk?

Can you be ready by the end of the hour to answer your creator's call?

I'm sorry, this psilocybin got me fucked up

Big Brother in my head won't shut up

Cop on the radio speak my address

Burn the place down ‘fore I let ‘em run up

Drug dog on my land get cut up

Think they funny till I get my gun up

Ton of ‘cid in my system, my old life I missed it

Till I had to kiss it goodbye for a come up

Now the mold grows and the dirty plates stack

But I'm stacking my flows even though I'm in debt

To God and The Devil and worse: the courts

Show up with no shirt on and only ripped jorts

Landlord got a price on my head

That fucker will never get rent

If I die tonight by 47

Just know I went out saying “come and get it”

Just know I went out with a hand on my weapon

Know I went out flipping coins and betting

That my life couldn't ever get worse

Even null would be better than negative, setting the precedent

Setting the president on-

Future is evident, dead at the two O

I think that I'm tweaking

High on the weekend then peeking out blinds going blind, I can't see shit

But I can feel that red dot on my forehead

Headlights shine into my car and I floor it

Life without fear was too boring, I started snoring

Reborn into Hell and I'm touring

Fuck you