[Intro]

Coccotti: You know who I am, Mr. Worley?

Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?

Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you

[Verse 1: Elbee]

Touching in habitat, people keep asking 'What's there to be laughing at?'

Running til the sun is up tripping up the overlap

Triple digit IQ I grab a mans thinking cap

While people pushing there views into the earth

Look at the wage a dead job's the only way to prove your worth

Reimburse the work and keep it going till most go berserk

It's a no brainer, raining on cranium

Guns, gore, bullets for some war and it sounds like the powers that be ripped the stitch til it tore

Riddles, puns tell the truth, no messing

Missiles to be tested 'cos the session is the lesson

When there's no second guessing

Here for any call any call any beckon

Grab a strap and cock it for the reckoning

Deep below, tell us where heaven is

Hope this drug makes us feel  limitless

[Verse 2: JHotrock]

An interaction of the worst kind, and that's my first line

It's the interstellar storyteller, with a cursed mind

I'll reimburse my time to ride the box

To realise the clocks are just irrelevant

When your left to rot, six feet down in your element

Rotting in your sediment, I'm stopping at irrelevance

So you called it game over

I've got the intelligence with my stoner persona

To me its undebatable, I ask myself are we even save-able

People just don't, communicate at all

But we're very capable, to do great things

But the younglings, are struggling, by juggling kings

And all the kings horses and all the kings men

Should have given up, and try and reached for the pen,

It's mightier than the sword, why you fighting in war

You can't respawn with your high-score and that's raw, but thats reality