[Verse 1: Isaiah]

Momma's boy

Gonna make mother proud

Momma's boy

Gonna retire out

Buy her the world

That’s what I’m about

Gonna be a star

But I don’t know how

Stuck in my cycle

What I do now

Cyclones in my head

Mental's fuckin' blown

Caution's my cologne

Has me going psycho

Like Post Malone (lone, lone)

The bars I be spitting so hard

Don’t wanna cross with me, burn you so bad

Sticky like tar, we the one crew that you don’t wanna meet

Know we the number one fleet we are the new rap police

We great to say the least

Out my face I cannot breath

Working so hard look at us bleed

Is it me or my demons that wrote this?

Is it me or is my vision not focus?

Is it me or is this fame my motive?

It is me or is it personal gain?

Is it me or is this our totem?

Is it me or did I take the wrong dosage?

[Verse 2: Zed]

Fuck a violin I speak violence

Try to sing a couple words to inspire men

I’m a product of environment digital

Situation critical

People dying in the street bodies lying at our feet

Head held tight in the lioness’s teeth

Slam a tyrant with a beat accepting no defeat

Johny Rotten steady plotting music ain’t discreet

Bodies dropping out of options maker soon to meet

We’re all working like slaves

Trying to burn out the page

Lessons learned at this age

Fucking murderous rage

About to collapse

In a mental lapse

Running futile laps

Heat cross our laps

I admit sometimes I’m a nihilist

A broken piece that tries to fit

Thinking about ending it

Groaning as a write this shit

Can I write anything other than a melancholy tune?

I don’t feel like a wolf when I’m howling at the moon

Just another sorry fucker out here drowning in his gloom

Openly conversing with the shadows in his room

Got a sick sense of humor and bad case of hubris

Treat a high school diatribe like a film by Stanley Kubrick

Feign profound ideas but it’s just my worthless two cents

I’m like a cawing raven smart but still a fucking nuisance

[Verse 3: Aaron]

Ayo, kick it back to the hard shit!

Coming for your neck coming for your head

This PLouks and motherfucking Mitri Zed

Fuck what you heard and fuck what you said

Won’t stop hearing from me till I am dead

Inhaling propylene glycerol

I am the villain I just wanna have it all

I wanna make the calls I want the fucking ball

I wanna be AI, MJ, LBJ, KD, JK

I’m a white kid in a black game with a rap name

What’s my name? (PLouks)

Fucking shout it out with your big mouth

Why you so silent got cottonmouth?

Cat got your tongue I’ll knock your ass out

This the reason why we change the game we don’t need clout

We don’t need dough we don’t need no Mo Bamba

Cause I’m 30 feet tall and I kill all you fucks

And I'm a fucking bum

Sit in my room with my headphones on

Eight hours a day listening to sounds

Let this shit go around I'm the reason why my momma worries

I’m the reason why zed started hating curry

No not Steph but this ain’t no fucking flurry

This is a fucking blizzard

And I am the fucking wizard

I’m Gandalf the white

I knock your ass out goodnight

I am Mozart I am Bach

I am the monster from the loch

Lock your doors I’m a sneaky little snake

I’m here to rock the game and expose all the fakes

Oh come here I’m Frasier I’ll listen to your take

Give you some advice I’ll shimmy and you’ll shake

In your boots they’re too lose I’m uptight I’m the grinch

I’m cheap as fuck I’m scrooge I penny pinch