[Hook 1: Milo] x2

I don't give a fuck about you or your rapper friends

I know I wasn't asking them to lend an ear the end is near

[Verse 1: Milo]

I have been a scuba diver

Trystero, muted horn

Rusty tuba supplier

Nubile, Nubian

A continental true MacGyver

Loose screw night driver

I've been reading classified sections of the newspaper

I'm burdened by a new labour

Spoke in a hush, a hurried Marxist soothsayer

Who's fumbling with the multi-digit password

I still call my dad 'Sir'

I made a shrine out of bamboo plants

A damn fool at first glance

Will spam you at first chance

I'm wondering who will be the bigger man

Staring at my proud nigga hands I remember

We were eating daffodils

And it seized my gut like laughter pills

The time between before and after kills

[Hook 2: Busdriver]

I know, I know you want to tell me about your crew

And all the things you do, none of which I think are true

I know, I know you want to tell me all about you

But all I really wanna say is

[Hook 1] x2

[Verse 2: Nocando]

I've had one hell of a life

I got two sides to the brain

I got three beautiful baby girls

And I've had four minutes of fame

If I had five mics in The Source way back in 1998

I'd trade them to get my wife the divorce that she always wanted

Yea, that'd be great

Quick question - can you get day old angel tears to come in a six pack?

Cause it's heaven, while I'm inquisitive ask, where my niggas is at?

Where my niggas is at?

Ay yo, seven shots of jamo can fit in this glass but I'm bigger than that

I pour some for my dad and his ignorant ass

And make it six and a half with all the cigarette ash

It's like, 8 mm just hanging from the filter

I envy that square because a filter is what I'd kill for

See this nigga pulled a nine on me

That was my tenth hater

I had eleven minutes of fame that I was planning to spend later

In 2012 I was a rap - rapper, rapper for rappers

2013 I'm a man that stands before you battered, tattered and fractured

No cast, like some half-ass absent band of actors

No class, like a dropout

No brass, that's a cop-out

Yea I'm colder than a whore's heart in a brothel in downtown Moscow

You see, life's a bitch and clichés are comforting like your mom's house

So, fuck the world with a lambskin condom on

I don't relate to rappers with they has-been problems dog

I'm a nigga from the future with a warped sense of reality

The fuck I used to give suffers from dwarfism, babality

Maybe it's me, maybe it's your banality

I don't really know, so why try to explain?

[Hook 2]

[Hook 1] x2