Released on August 12, 2014

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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

Everybody got the memo, Michael Myers, man I'm mental

Messy murder monumental mixed my mind

Metamorphosis made it mainey, my many maneuvers

Missin' my malice malevolent mister N9ne!

Mediocre motherfuckers my motive makin' minimal

Maniacal makin' me mesh my line

Monster! Musical massacre

Metaphysical, man, you may never match my grind

When I'm bustin' you think I'm poppin' the E

Hoppin' to N9na boppin', need no stop and lockin' the B

Niggas be droppin' off in a coffin talkin' to me

Better flee, never see, Tecca Neez, I be forever

Look at the K.O.D. demolish, I’m polished

I get dollars, I get the guala, mixologist, and many I sell

You will never see the light of day right away

You will die but I hide away, say goodbye (I'll see you in Hell)

True shots, a-who's stopped the crew's water?

You soft, I move rocks, a Moustapha

Boondock ya boo, Soo-Woo, what the?

Through chakras, you lost the new nana

Out with the weak and in with the raw

Put you in deep and have your mama seekin' the law

Freaking the beat, I get to peekin'

Leavin' you mauled with the saw

Ain't nobody beatin' me in a brawl

Y'all got to know, I stop the show

Pick you off of the pillar, you know I drop the foe

Seekin' abyss and sick of suckers, sock a ho'

Nigga, oh, you ain't even in my optical

I'll shock ya though, I rock the flow

Nah, not so low like burnin' optimo

Wassup to Joe from my block, the MO

I did it to death and my nigga I got to go!


[Hook: Twista]

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth

It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event

Of verbal annihilation if you don’t know the truth

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage

It can be an emergency, making you have to evacuate the premises, killing the audience up on the stage


[Post-Hook: Twista]

We are an anomaly, coupling up and stomping them up in the gut

You gotta be loving the cut, if I get to fucking 'em up

I'm probably bustin' 'em up and vodka be up in the cup

And drama be nothing to us

A combination of some oddities coming to crush

And y'all will be nothin' to touch, your body, we cutting 'em up

Twista ready to bang and Tech got his face painted

Like we 'bout to go and do a robbery up in a truck


[Verse 2: Twista]

Whenever you recollect it, me and Tech will tackle niggas

And see ’em like Liam Neeson in Taken

Or Taken 2, better yet, Tekken 2

Wrecking you like I was Baek or Eddy

I'm ready to reappear like I was Yoshimitsu

From a darker side of the universe

You are versus a predator is what you didn’t know

When they will go and get you

Then I’m immediately about to punish him, run, it's a mutation

Of horror that'll treat you like a ho' and hit you

But Tech, me and you can speak on it, even type of terminology

And hurt ’em as if they didn’t know we were an odyssey or an oddity

It’s a murder probably, if not then I bet you that we cause a verbal lobotomy

Tell them niggas to make a move, then when I move, I wanna bruise

And show 'em they finna lose, and I refuse to be a fool

I kill 'em and keep it cool, but I'ma do what I'ma do

Because I’m breakin' the rules, let’s go

Bust you with lyrics how I shoot this

Or either we gon’ say "fuck you” while chucking up the deuces

The booth is where the living proof is, and I'm ruthless

I can leave your whole team’s caduceus in nooses, ooh, it’s

Somebody you don’t really want to get into it with

I’m mythical, difficult and I don’t know if it'll

Be a wise thing for you to do as far as tangling with the unusual

Orion, I’m iron, I’m scientifical

Indivisibility within the infrastructure of the family

That I created is inevitable

Especially if we committed to getting money

So fuck the haters because it’s the paper that you better get, you

Take your mental into space and leave it alone

An outer dimension because I can get deep with a song

The look of a fiend, I'ma put ’em to sleep with the chrome

Unlock the machine, fuck him if he ain’t breathing alone, die


[Hook: Twista]

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in the booth

It can be an interpretation of a catastrophic event

Of verbal annihilation if you don’t know the truth

It's a crisis and a murder whenever you see both of us in a rage

It can be an emergency, making you have to evacuate the premises, killing the audience up on the stage


[Post-Hook: Twista]

We are an anomaly, coupling up and stomping them up in the gut

You gotta be loving the cut, if I get to fucking 'em up

I'm probably bustin' 'em up and vodka be up in the cup

And drama be nothing to us

A combination of some oddities coming to crush

And y'all will be nothin' to touch, your body, we cutting 'em up

Twista ready to bang and Tech got his face painted

Like we 'bout to go and do a robbery up in a truck