[Verse 1: RAYGUN]

Erratic hitting switches bitch

I don't know what the fuck I'm doin'

Black ink spilled on everything

I fill up mops with bombing fluid

Just fucking do it

Trigger finger I don't need a lecture

No Hugh Hefner, intellect the crew neck sweater

Stay fresh as Febreeze I'm easy no E

Just nicotine and some sleep

Ain't got no mouths to feed, there ain't no we it's just me

No plurals, but more or less I'm finna fuck the girl in floral dress

And put her morals to rest

Reflexes cat-like, jackknife into the end

Where there's no water left to baptize who want to repent

You dug your own hole

Now fill that fucker up with cement

The only way out of here

Is to play nice and pretend