[Verse: Term K]

Yo, these kids want the raw?

Stay patient, I'm on it

Drop shit like Mitt Romney's dog on vacation

A bit groggy, all the way faded

Term hit the stage like "get rowdy y'all"

And they ain't listening

They say I suck

Golf balls through a garden hose

Down to the particle

Nose all full of carpet dope

Sharpened notes

Fart into a parking cone

Y'all would find more heart within a artichoke

Inebriated stepson with a deviated septum

Half these cats' rhymes sound like they squeezed 'em out they rectum

Wrecked 'em? Nearly killed 'em

Call me Elvis

They notify the public when the fuck I leave the building to my one-uppers

Muck runners

Gun lovers

Sud chuggers

Blood cutters

Bud puffers

Shuffling my feet just to suckle at the teat

I rummage through a heap of trash for something I could eat

Bump another key and then I bumble like a bee

Got my foot inside my mouth, so I mumble when I speak

Ass to the gas, stash underneath the seat

We gun it like Ryan Dunn in a Porsche GT3

Hundred mile steeze with a dutch between his teeth

Term pop the clutch and leave some rubber in the street

Guzzle antifreeze hand full of barbiturates

I'm hard hittin' spittin' chawed carcinogens

Cigar splittin' with his thumbnail

Bizarre liquid in my pants yo I'm calling a slug trail

You get low, we stay high like McDunnough

Like that old blues record, the one that skipped

Whoop you when I wanna

When I wanna

When I wanna

When I wanna

These kids belong to bebe

Knee deep in feces, it's easy to vacate

Please clean your plate

Please keep a straight face

Read between the frequencies and wavelengths

I'm screaming "Mayday! Mayday!"

We need the payday

In Laymen's terms, Term lays men on they backs in a casket

My natural reaction to wackness

Travel faster than a lancer in battle

Like a cattle rancher

Until I see cheese, we raise stakes

Cause all I got is some Spooky Language

Produced by Nate Kiz y'all

Cop the EP on May 8th!