[VERSE ONE - Modenine]

The preacher had to call the vet for you sick pups

Better yet Dr Kevorkian for the nip tuck

They got the game vaulted but I can pick locks

The red bull got me winged up

My south london goons, all linked up

They overdoing the Bacardi cos the Gin sucks

I dominate the game, I got it kinked up

Torture rack bondage ay’ting locked

Your loyal fan base hoodwinked up

Believing your wife and your mistress minked up

Rocks on their rings ice on their pink chucks

A true schooler when I spit the place stinks up

You drop outs covered in tats face inked up

Looking feined up lean in your pimp cup

You been pop, I ain’t even mad at you silly flops

What you think I’m here for? This ain’t kiddie hop

I take em out the picture like a Diddy crop

I’m trying to milly rock to the bank like I sold dope

You wannabes better buzz off I’m no joke

Listen up B (Bee) you don’t want smoke

The rap Macguyver slash hiver spitting raw coke

You rappers are not in my league, you been stoked

You can only win by mago mago

Most of y'all smoke rock and turn Frago

I does this, you in and out dabble

With the inaudible babble you’re kicking a wave saddle

Modo bars outta this world like space travel

I do not rate your crew they all binary

Primary base 2 rappers, a bunch of 1’s and 0’s

African John Hancock choking you scums and weirdos

There’s a thin line between drunks, bums and heroes

Polymath’s on this remix clear road

[VERSE TWO - MCskill ThaPreacha]

Yo! Check it, i gat a rare flow

I'm Light Turner in this game, gat a death note

You better take the L, hide your face, blindfold

I'm Scribbling their names fast, i gotta whack those

Psychos, gat no gender, rocking tight clothes

Mode of death? They choking, No air flow

I see false prophets drop inspirational quotes

They Fake kulture keepers, kill 'em in their near post

Supernat and Polymath, we ignite shows

Got that old school delivery, Nipost

A refined version before the wack flows

You play Carlito, I'll play Benny Blanco

Rappers so sweet, they lactose

When it comes to raw skills, they lack those

The bad bols like thanos

Unkillable, with a snap of finger i end foes. You actors

They rather team up with the enemy, Kantos

They wouldn't see me coming, Ghost! St. Patrick

So i fire em, take shots, target practice

Tryna run past this? end up with stress fractures

Got that X-factor, i gat a rare passion

Lagos to Berlin, high in demand like miracle pastors

FYI, ain't gotta kiss asses

Ain't homosexual, i'd rather kick asses

Ya gon need plastic

Surgery, Mockery, y'all really deserve this, Bunch of Imposters

Stay straight like 12 o'clock, double erection

Prolific in the box, that's a strikers mission

I go hard, i hit (eat) nice, i talk to the lips

My head game is real wild, I'm a beast in the sheets

Shoutout to Modenine, its the end of the weak

MCskill ThaPreacha, Level IX remix!