[Verse 1: Droogie]

Spit vinegar

Making it hot, bitter

And hit 'em with sharp knives

A rhyme to drop vibes

That flies in high wires with softly made dresses

Messes, clean it right up and spite missus, uh

Crumpled up papers in the sofa

Cushion for the pushin' when I make your wives (?)

Open? Well come right in

Step into the place that makes my life write sins

But hey, stay here for a while now folks

Would you like a glass of wine with your finely dined toast?

Okay, I'll be back with your order now

Captain, could you handle all thе heat from this light white snappin'

I said, "Droogie needs a chеck on the low"

And "Droogie needs a neck full of gold"

And "Droogie needs a girly to hold

While he spits his dole venom that he toad on a pole"

I said-

[Verse 2: Syd Solanke]

We the new reverends

Genuflect severing heads

And when you're down on your knees, accept heaven

Attention, show reverends respect or don't mention

Mass is not ended ahead of my presence

I rap with a rather fat ego

I'd rather cap people up (?)

My ass regal, but

When Sydny acting the actual match a ravenous animal attack

Casually racking the casualties when the tragedy stats

Cap at the maximum number

Bars gotta move or incumbent

Often I told him the drudge

Coffin will hold other corpses

Coughin' from smolderin' dust

Vultures are swarmin' my carcass

Pokin', they swarm and run, yeah

I'm hittin' licks on bums

I got no shame

I wash my mouth out

And then rob them for some quick change

Think I'm Molly Malone

I'm sittin' pretty on 'em with a switchblade

You can probably tell him 'bout it but Sydny's (?)

You mistaken

[Verse 3: Droogie]

Uh

Upper echelon

Never downgrade, peep it

Up and up the time and better watch me freak it

Penthouse pussy, I grab the rosé

Trump's fucktower you go to find gay

Mime bank kitty with life in my fine

Climb high fines to reach to speak mind, uh

Itching for the fame within mid-range

Insane lanes, counterclaim, hit 'em with big brains

Cranial capables locked up and copped up

Stolen rhymes would never pop up

Cowards need no weekly spring cleaning

Beat 'em till the weak mind eyes see clearly

Bring 'em right back 'fore the final verse hit 'em

Deep means (?) deserve to be little

Punks see little, their verses stay brittle

They need Gods now, some modesty kill 'em

[Verse 4: Jazz Vicaris]

Catchin' snakes, wring 'em out until they sing

For they vocals, swiftly poach 'em

We strictly kosher

These posers, I stick and poke 'em

And hit they hoes

Get a dose of my shitty bozo

I need a whole grip

My nose itch

Promise mama I'd stop it

Might get the papa off his rocker

With the constant misconduct

I knock and sock up, try to wash it

I'm a deadbeat father

I got my bed sheets howlin'

My cheatin' feet keep walkin'

Ya innocently ignorant to the lyrics

Don't get the bars, pissin' on an officer

Missed at Dodge Stadium trough

Products of debauchery voluntarily pissing you off

Pocket posse small, but it's strong as armies dropping you soft

With Mary Magdalene gettin' my rocks off

Then with Mariah Carey you know that we pop bottles

Witness me carrying carrying

Out of a mansion, burying

No need to mention, swear you won't tell my parents

Please