[Verse 1: Tommy Bahama]

Quick careening through the suburbs

With a canteen of bourbon

I'm panty raiding

Bet you never seen a phantom in person

Putting words to my burdens

And slurring verbs in this version

My throat burn

But never turning cause my destiny's perfect

The purpose definite

Fall on deaf ears, his curses impotent

See'em pointing fingers at shit

I'm not concerned with

Delusions of these teenage years nothing can hurt us

We don't know any better so plead to the jury I'm learning

[Verse 2: RAYGUN]

I said I'm dressed in all black

I'm tryna look like a bat

I'll cross your name off the list and call this king cap

I got you sketched out like All That

But now that we got that settled

(Let'em know)

That my BB gun is black metal

You act feral but in peril you a house cat

Bite back, yea right bitch

You ain't about that

I'm all bark and no bite

But when shit sparks at night

I'm pimping through the trail

Palm grip on a knife

Fuck you