[Verse 1: milo]

My legs are twitching, I feel finnicky

Everybody's favorite rapper is too fucking gimmicky

Reminding myself I need to read more Wassily Kandinsky

Admonish the AdSense moneygrubber who lives within me

While demonstrating to my parents that I can earn a living

Take 140 powerful jabs to the cheekbone

Convert that sensation into a moderately weak poem

I am a laptop that needs to reboot for new software updates

I have ignored my grandmother's phone calls for 47 days

I have been a poor sport while winning at so many games

I don't want to be remembered for a motherfucking thing

Google search how to break outta this Sartre cycle

And use my middle finger to spread shit on far-fetched idols

I don't want to be remembered for a motherfucking thing

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

Shao plug

This frayed scruple told the stupid girl

To come, my beakers base neutral

I can't be remembered, because I'm your precondition

You live in the wake of my dogma like a decent Christian

My nigga you been lookin like a weary dog

Where the drugs outpacin' your resolve

Everything going wrong but you hear applause

Fitting the division never been an admin

Wanna feed your synonyms to antonyms

When the citizens trickle in with phantom limbs

But nobody gives a fuck about your outlook

So this revery is so off-putting

Like you're trying to make up for lost footing

Long truth are you in the car

Phoenix in vicious garb, acting like prison guards

Enjoying them, just like you were from legend of zorro

And me and my niggas can't pistol no sumners up

Well he's a vocal man addressing that corvo

Remember me, I'm a motherfucking fake

Come on, she just sound like she's upset

Hey mama come on I'm just rolling up the blunts

Don't remember me for my motherfucking features

Don't remember me for my motherfucking fangs

Don't remember me for my motherfucking things

I'm fed the grits of overdedicated kings

I put some right in the swing

But don't remember me for a motherfucking thing