[Verse 1: Psiklone]

We don’t give a flying fuck about fact or fiction

Sleep talk freestyles iller than most these rappers writtens

I laugh at you faggots dissin’ (hahaha)

It only adds fuel to my drive and fire to my ammunition

We represent the future (yeah)

Your bars are conclusive proof that God has a sense of humor

Rather loop up ambulance sirens

Thanks to you, this year my favorite album’s been SILENCE

Refuse to start dumbin’ it down

It must be a bit hard to spit bars with my nuts in your mouth (suck 'em)

You hate the fact we’re charismatic

The world DOES revolve around me, my spinal cords are planet’s axis (yeah)

Psiklone, Possessed, Plazma and Skirmish (what)

We swallow our pride and spit arrogant verses

Your patterns are worthless, lackin’ in purpose

I lost my temper and it never managed to surface

[Hook]

Credit where credit’s due, that’s why we’ve got no respect for you

I’ll do what you attempt to do

Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom

We got an attitude, now you’ve got a problem

We’re the greatest under the skies, so run for your lives

Say we hate but you give us nothing to like

Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom

We’ve got an attitude, and you’ve got a problem

[Verse 2: Skirmish]

I’m on some arrogant shit, all these talentless cliques

Made me add to my list some more rappers to diss

Chattin’ bout you “underachievers”

Braggin’ bout your couple releases but nothin’ was decent

It’s like possessing skills is a thing of the past

There’s an epidemic of wack rappers killin’ the art

You artists are underground, tryna reach for the skies

We started above the clouds at unbelievable heights (for real)

Forked tongue and the eyes of a snake when you smile in my face

Pretend it’s all love while disguising your hate

And you bredders talk tough to inflate your egos

You’re clowns in a freakshow that play the lead role

My clique’s tight and undivided, yelling “fuck the silence!”

‘Cause I’d rather swallow my tongue than bite it

For you, my love and forgiveness doesn’t exist

And so I’ll drown you in the water under the bridge

[Verse 3: Possessed]

No one’s fuckin’ with this, don’t just button your lip

Close it shut with a zip, sew it up with a stitch

I’m that stubborn son of a bitch (haha)

A heart so strong; whenever it beats it ruptures my ribs

It’s the RA sneak-attack, the beast is back (yeah)

I use my imagination, you just repeat the facts (haha)

Yet to meet my match (what)

Had the most quotables in rap before I’d even released a track

Bring death to your life’s work

If we’re both in the same boat, I hope we’re heading for icebergs

Arrogance hittin’ critical mass

Sounds like an Indian Giver gave you the gift of the gab

Hit tracks with the impact of sledgehammers

Spit raps while I piss on the graves of dead rappers

Take a giant sized step backwards

So big-headed when I think about myself my neck fractures

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Copywrite]

Nervous son, only younger dude that these old heads learn from

So tell these hippies; hug a fuckin’ tree while I burn one

Rollin’ phillies, hold my city down now, no doubt

All by myself. C’mon now, Bow Wow don’t count

You liars claim you’re writers, you’re pussy so buckle up chump

Pretend you put the porno on mute, and shut the fuck up

Anywhere in the U.S. it’s like I’m in London. Factual, bitch

Guaranteed I receive pounds after I spit

The bastard, the prince, has you convinced

Through the first line, that I’m the worst kind of fuckin’ rapper there is

He needs three 16’s, and I don’t like him, he’s ass

For the right type of cash and hash, I’ll ghostwrite him some trash

Tell bitches bumps on my dick, ribbed for her pleasure

Then shit in her dresser and dip with her treasure

Time you, stare in my eyes dude.. I might blind you

If I even do adlibs behind you, I’ll outshine you

[Outro: Copywrite]

Yo, Cop, Cop, Copy…Rhyme Asylum!

Leatherface, what up?

Yeah, it’s the U.K. bro, and O.H.I.O

O.D.O.T. in the buildin’, you already know, C

Get that straitjacket ready!