[Verse 1: Oddyssey]

They ask me, ain't you worried about the world endin'? Fuck it

I don't need a list to tell me how to kick the bucket

I don't need a bad bitch smokin' up my nuggets

I gave 'em a fuck, could care less where they stuck it

In class, kickin' Edgar Allan Poe

Raven like a writin' desk, quick check the flow

Star Trek marathon, mounain out of coke

You could act like you ain't really bout it bout it, ho

Whoa oh, it's 2012 AD?

Why you still waitin' for that certain shade of green?

And you pop, poppin' the bean!

Ramon's traphouse, sippin' sprite and codeine

Spread them thighs, ho I'm trynna get between

Bitches is bitches, I don't mean to demean

All about a dollar and them dollars bout me

Wu in the deck, fuck you know about cream?

It's that lyrical speech therapist

Sin sayer, causin' trauma and embarrassment

Arrogant, flairin' up and courtin' all them heiresses

Apparent that Ms. Paris is sqwuakin' like some parrots is

Sharp, pair of scissors, lesbian encounter, it's that

Lakeview Terrace minus Samuel L Terrorist

El daring-est, rock paper guns dynomite

Flyer Kite Runner like a sophomoric sub assigned it

Thirsty for them cosigns, blow sinuses

Bless ya'll, side affected with that flow dryness

Like Linus, got them Benjamins folded under them blankets

Endin' careers faster than you fags ended plankin'

I'm thankin' any of ya'll Gods who ain't crankin'

Like Jesus tellin' Tyler that he ain't a fan of bacon

I got you shakin', in them Chuck Taylor laces

Spit like throat cancer through some rose gold braces, shit

Time travelin' bunnies

Bring the Ruckus, Boondocks and Gin Rummy

You whack lads is gettin' a bit chummy

But it's the Major Fab Four gettin' dome from your mummy

Underwraps, Mark Summers rollin' doobies up

Double dare, couple spare dollars when they boobies up

Got this bitch about as drunk as Sleeping Beauty was

Creepin' on her timeline for some pics of booty!

Who be us? Them self philanthropists

Undergraduate, those adamant rap analysts

Spittin' contaminants, killin' Christian Evangelists

Catapultin' bitches and feelin's back to bandwagon

Never lettin' bops hop on it

I'm chopped, call it, Mexican Chop with hot sauce on it

Cops want it, never let 'em get the drop on it

Rich boy, croppin' off the lop sodded hot sausauge

Mollywhoppin', curb stomp 'em in to boxes

In the home depot, with your mom pickin' out coffins

Coughing up, astonished this white kid has bars

And it's kinda fuckin' hard to keep up with the Major Squadron

Lost, livin' out my days til' the end

My last words spoken will not make me friends

We're in the antechamber to the lion's den

The fall of mankind, time and time again

[Verse 2: L.Elliot]

Ultraviolet ectoplasm oozing out her bed

The moon is in alignment the goddess is never dead

She followed Gardner to the garden’s ring

Whooped another bitches ass who fantasized about the stings

And the order of things, like riding Alex Sanders

Let the old ones gang banged her but don’t hang her

Dressed in her red Spangled

My very own Samantha

Used to watch the show in pampers

Ankle Bracelets made of Bell, Books, and Candles

King Diamond for my grandma

A god father for my grandpa

To understand the dharma of the adharma

My love for Marilyn & Anton

Before Kern shot him with a lunch box

My bitches wear Dianic

With no love for hip-hop cuz this shits soft

So they sing along to Bathory

Elizabeth taking blood baths with me

After Charlotte Free sucks the Yuth out of me

To be Forever 21 I'm cumming on her Maybelline its done