Verse 1:(Young Jay)

Mars Blackman

Silence the muhfuckin lambs, I'm a cannibal looking for animals

Open ya top like Campbell's can of soup, bustin melons like cantaloops Oops I said that wrong huh based god cooking that wonton my bitch from Hong Kong

Take mi long cock down her esophagus, niggas better acknowledge this Hot shit i spit like syphillis on my lips agh

Eyes low, I'm lifted off of that piff agh i em that

N agh gee gee agh all over yo bitch walls Mona Lisa

Stop it Jay

Been gettin fly realized these niggas be coppin ock shit around the holidays

In my closet there's a lot of jays

And I sip ace and play spades with a AK where my dick lay

Pencil sharper than a switchblade and this haze got my mind in another place

Startin to fall in love with twitter bitches, stripper bitches

Goin instahamm listen man, I'm the mutherfuckin man

Open up ya mind and think for a minute

It's been a minute since i stepped in it, now I'm back on my shit

Like a laxitve in a pepto bismol, uh, young retro nigga

For dolla billas my niggas banana clip peel ya

Verse 2:(Zanyx)

Third eye wide and its guiding me to the top

I see through lies, fake guys in disguise get dropped

Do me dirty? I'll rip your soul out ya chest

Where you sleep will be where you take ya last breath

I'm a misfit addicted to bitches, fuck em then explore the rest on some scientist shit

The only thing on my mind is reaching success

These rappers ain't shit like the food I digest

Got arrested for molesting the beat viciously

Attempted murder for every rapper that tried dissing me

Im a lyrical criminal, I'm fucking reaching my pinnacle these faggots aren't original

All these rappers are typical

Rapping about shit that's fictional

Once I step in the booth I become invincible

Nobody can ever stop me I'm an incredible individual

Smoking kush cause its medicinal

RCO fuck whos ever hating just remember our lyrics are printable

Verse 3:(Zay Rondon)

I've been a smug cat since I was a rugrat

When it came to rhymes I extract in a snap

So many verses written you'd think I studied the bible

I'm just a Biggie disciple that got lypo

Style still fatter than a black grandma's batter

But ain't shit sweet so enough with the chatter

The menace getting lettuce, fuckin duh beetches like its Venice

Talent never rented, just rendered from my body's attic

No Anne Frank, I ain't hiding from a gas tank

Instead I'm driving drunk while getting crunk to DJ Unk

We beating down ya block, no pedestrian safe

Obliterate em with shock, so don't get offended with this ear rape

I plan to erase any tear space so pass the beer case

Clorox in a shot cup, but we still straight

Tolerance levels is just getting obnoxious

I'm automatically wild it's programmed in my subconscious