[Verse 1: Mondo The Alien]

I spit different with a gratuitous mic

You move goofy what you doin ain't right

You play pretend copy you do what I might

High kdr I killed two in a night

Rocked the mushroom earrings dressed fresh like a sapling

Sweet like maple syrup drip this fit is what is happening

I wrote the book and did a tour on it, press junket tap in

This shit make the b boys happy, copped my tape on datpiff

Got the kids scared stiff, bitch did you make sycamore?

Live from the microwave, cook classics behind this kitchen door

Two spliffs in, think I might just roll 50 more

I don't think you understand, bitch did you make sycamore?

I'm like Matt Murdock cuz I'm blind to this bullshit

And deep down inside, got the devil in a bullpen

Talent like Marc Spector, cuz I'm 3 bitches in one

Oh baby a triple, I killed 3 bitches and won

[Verse 2: Cake!]

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[Verse 3: robin's ghost]

This a dissertation on how to ruin lives

Me & I reminisce about how I ruined mine

The kids are rarely tryin these days yet we spewing fire

The kids are stomping old heads, but they was due in time

(I hope you fuckin go to hell bro)

Oh, that’s too kind!

I'm still the same bitter kid, did you think I'd change?

Do you really feel that way?

Cause it don’t seem much

Seen a thousand worlds but I don’t really seem to dream much

Broke a knee from the trashing

Pull up to the spot from the window like what’s happening

Pour a hundred brews like, yo I ain’t been happier!

But, what’s the deal?

What’s the secret?

Seems I can’t be happier

Laughing back to back as i arrive to this conclusion

That my movements fruitless

Sugar free solution cure my cephalalgicality

I'm off the beat like it’s my meds

I cannot sleep I think I'm dead