(Musick)

Just a hard-nosed brown beard viking

Your girl's Coke mini-soda ass ain't exciting

A big joke, I don't even yearn for the sighting

But green smoke, that'll have me turn for a lighting

An urn for your micing, I'm never through wiping

Whatever you plan to do with my new psyche

My shirt is two-striping, jacket one Nike

The chance I make a pass upon your chick is none likely

I think of puns nightly, never phased

I got armor son, knightly, a sort of way

With the phrases I might be the lord and savior

To artists just like me, a white geek with tight beats

And bright leads of teflon, despite we get slept on

My type B won't hype me but fight me and you're dead, pawn

Who's red dawn dims lightly until dead, gone

With no life, hold tight, a killer with my pen drawn

(Papa Slam)

Been a minute since I hit it got my killers me

The dope crew rolling through with the trigger itchy

Shots in the burner, I swear you've never heard her

When she claps y'all better hide cause she's seeking out the

Murderous rhyming the sick boys always staying on ice

We tipping slow on the candy paint got codeine in the Sprite

Drowned in a room full of pads, straight jacket because I'm mental

Then the guys broke me out threw the beat, pad, and the pencil

Now I'm dropping lines from left and right above the mediocrity

Pandora's box was opened ain't no way somebody stopping me

Astounded that the kid can spit, he's white he's got a polo shirt

But fuck it I'mma peel my scalp to show you how my brains at work

I'll snap your neck then cash the check the works up in the nap sack

We split the O's and when I'm done I look to where the ass at

We the team, get the green, money, dolla, cream

Never sleep because when I'm awake I'm finna live the dream

(C-Killah)

On one train, shoot through your brain like Kurt Cobain

Our lyrics spraying like guns, probably need a gun range

Wild I think we're untamed, child you know I'm done playing

Miles from my competitive flying away on one plane

Hottest MCs on the spot

I'm taking lessons from rappers like Biggie and Pac

(Can you feel me?!)

I know you here me, my voice is clear as crystal is

Nicky, Susi, Greezy, Killah now you're hard as pistols is

I mastered the flow, I massacre every track with an axel

It's game / set / match in your ass you ain't ready to go

Ready to blow every single verse is a show

Every verse is a black hearse sent back to death row, killa

Now tell me what you're gonna do next

I'm grabbing the mic and then your girl and turn her into your ex

I finish a rap and I pass it to whoever is next

This is one verse, just wait until you hear the rest

(Greezy)

I'm feeling blessed and I thank god cause I appreciate it

I stay Plan B cause I'm fuckin bitches inebriated

I think it's shady I'm the shadow that your chick is shading

Just bring her to me dawg, especially if she's misbehaving

Now I digress, only fuckin if she's undressed

From her sundress it's her guess if she wants to touch it be my guest

Hey Sus, I came in here Jesus

Like sick mus, I mean Musick, shit I got some fuckin screws loose

I got 5 rappers here, so you can keep your Papoose

I'll name them just because they're gods like almighty Bruce

Greezy, Nicky, C Killah, and Jeremy Susi

We're flowing like the cumma coming out your bitches coochi

Let's play it back because I thought I heard some White Noise

Papa Slam is killin' Slattery slaughter you boys

These are my dudes and I'll remind if you didn't know

You fuck with them you'll be a Bronco at the super bowl

We got the watches, got the polo, yeah we got fame

You're looking like a bum riding on that one train

(Nicky B)

Off the rails on one train, got sick thoughts, that's one brain

Go click clack on this track like Nick back to blow a quick stack

Eat a quick snack, get a tic tac, I'm the best and that's a quick fact

She follow me into my room and you'll be lucky you get that bitch back

Like “Oh shit,” I am back, one train that's Amtrak

One chain that's so cold, one below, my gun go (blanks)

Cause I don't have one, train of thought: it's a mad one

Sane I'm not, need a pad room, get brain a lot like I'm Brad Pitt

Like I'm mad rich with a bad bitch, not average, do taxes

Flick ashes on axis like Cassius skip my classes

Got other rappers hanging in a motha fucking noose

I sit back and stuff a motha fucking bitch caboose

In the ass then relax, take a swig of goose

Who set this crazy train on the loose?