[Verse 1: Sane Tay]

Call me and tisk, don't get your pubic in a bunch

We outside in the front giving people what they want

This that type shit that might make you spit out your lunch

The mic made me sit in front despite the shit I see erupt

Like the vomit, spit acid

Somewhat of a fasten

Resurrected cat head, funeral casket

Betray the laws of physics like I'm Frankenstein's bastard

With half my mind backwards and all of these attached words

Erupting from the East or the West coast

I don't even know which other side bе the best

I don't evеr pick or choose like a lopsided breast

I never pick up social cues, probably why I'm always stressed

And lately, I ain't even been sleeping right

So I glimpse at demon light, now all I do is sleeze the night

Tryna read the room when all I see is plight

A nigga circle 'round, asking for the trees advice

This generation doom, every bar's what you need in life

Every bar's a death sentence, and I hope you see it twice

[Interlude: DYSTOPIAN.]

Listen

And I hope you see it twice, motherfucker

[Verse 2: DYSTOPIAN.]

My momma told me stay, but shit, she wanna leave

Smoking on my dolo through the hardest weeks

Seventh grade, I was smoking on the harshest weed

And now I'm doing anything to cop the weed, it's all I need

Smoking 'til I pass out, addicted, and it's bad now

My money stacking high, it's way too high to double back now

I don't know why

It's a shame, these pussies rappers need a cosign

I'll do it on my own, I keep telling y'all, shit, it's go time

Listen, I'lI keep telling y'all, shit, it's go time

Pussy, listen

Dear mother, I don't think I'll make it back tonight

They closing in, I'm cleaning, brothers got tipped off the floor

They shot him right inside my eyes, I played dead, crying

And we lost like half our men just coming off the shore

What we 'posed to do?

Medics got me high, but now I'm stuck, just eating spoiled food

Blood inside my cuticles

Don't care, ain't even notice, too

[Interlude: Sir, Rodrigues]

Yeah

Yeah

It's Rod

I'm 'bout to kill this shit, hold up

Uh

[Verse 3: Sir, Rodrigues]

Yo Rod, why you always rapping like that? (I don't know)

'Cause I swear these other rappers is a light pack

I'll get a nigga zip, looking like he Mike Jack (Ooh!)

My dog's a cujo, fuck around, he gon' bite back (He gon' bite back)

Damn, he so thriller (Uh-huh)

Jason flow, 'cause a nigga so killer

Kick 'em while they down, and I'm feeling so Dilla

Fake niggas, wrong venom, if they want 'em, then we get 'em, uh (Then we get 'em)

I'm like a fat bitch, when I talk, I say it with my chest (With my chest)

Kick it 'til I die, say it 'til I lose my breath

I wonder who the best

'Cause my shit get different to US to Bucharest

You know I'm the fucking best

Feel grand, and I'm moving like the Budapest

I spit fresh on the track like repping Crest

Everything I do, I do it for the fucking check

Redhead shorty, looking like she living Johnny Test