[Verse 1: Ascetic (As Trey)]

As I write down these lyrics, flows and rhymes they appear as

Figments of a demon helping me with a clearance

Writing heals and hurts, leaves scars under your shirt

And love can be a flirt, a bitch who loves to fuckin' squirt

But you gotta understand, people know who I am

I write some stupid shit, and they think that I'm going ham

Most of my shit sucks, and you guys are easily impressed

And I dont give a fuck, I just want a bitch to get undressed

ZEN is not done yet, a lot to come I bet

Guaranteein' that we're the best is an understatement

Contemplatin on the constapating rhymes

That I've been demonstratin' for all the bitches I've been penetratin'

Nightmare and Bothered want a turn (They want a turn)

I won't flush them down like a fuckin' group of turds, no

Im alright at what I do, ya heard?

You guys are what's in store for us, and with that move on to the trippy chorus

[Hook: Nightmare]

And now all of us strive once we acquired ZEN life

Smoke sour diesel grow our power peaceful we'll be alright

[Verse 2: Bothered]

Never dealt, with how to properly express myself

Then Both' came a'knockin', froliced often once I let him out

Not so gentle shouts, spoutin from my mental's mouth

Messed up cabbage like sauerkraut, fermented and doured but I'm better now

But before ZEN gang, Tages was a torn up stray

And Mama Wafs allowed him to stay in the loft throughout the pouring rain

During those gray days evil impressions wrecked the Lord's name in vain

No longer feeble, I ripped my cerebral cortex straight out my brain

Turned to drugs, burnt my lungs

Hurt enough when I heard the words blurted from my disturbed mum

Only kept that shit within, won't let it sink in

Lonely, I tuned to poon and booze when at my brinks end

But when it comes to Erica, my one love I swear it's her

But as the river, perhaps I'll quiver in denial 'til my hysterics done

Said, he ain't got a problem, lead to believe he's stocked with lots of 'em

Yet once the emotions caught up, dead eyed Both's already 'bout to off 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nightmare]

Some people think I'm happy, when I start rapping sappy

But feelings are crappy, and happy ends up backstabbing

Right through that Golf shirt, man as blood stains the orange

I pry my cries and use the tears to paint this fuckin' portrait

I'm just an extortion from mother's failured abortion

Faking a smile on my face like life isn't a torture

Sometimes I get depressed, I don't know what to do

Heres another, I guess, yeah it's another track for you

I feel like I'm the best, me and demons in my head

They like to play with me like I'm some sorrowful toy in a chest

If only I was blessed, after a sudden compression of the chest

It's time to go ach-oo and then achieve I guess

If you don't believe it yet, wait 'til I drop Z.E.N and bet

Your best fucking bet that it's the greatest thing that you've heard yet

And I'm not talking shit, I'm just a tarnished kid

Success and happiness is Nightmare's distant and only wish

I'm just a lonely fish swimming in a sea of shrimp

While these bottom feeders look at me as if I'm some big pimp

But really I just simp, sip on vodka and shit

I don't really drink but I guess this is some special occasion

High on vacation, mind is a decaying mist

Mind you all I wrote this sober, so don't start playing shit

I'll get to spraying shit, now it's raining bullets

I go ballistic and start convincing fans I'm some satanist

And now I pray for this label to be dismissed

But school is still in session, it's impressive I'm still in this shit

Me and professor schiz meet up and start hearing shit

I think it's the voices of all the bitches now on my dick

But before I recorded, back when I was...

All these bitches wanted nothing to do with this ugly kid

Semifamous I guess, even though I'm barely noticed

I rarely stroke it, mostly poke it, move onto the next bitch

That line was off pitch but it was still good, bitch

I came out of the hood doing good, man, I wanna make six figs

When will I align gigs? Maybe when I fly with pigs

High up in the sky, loops through hoops just for shits and gigs

Some think I'm a demon because I dont believe in shit

Sorry God and Jesus but those pieces just don't really fit

Lyrics so hellish, demeanor so devilish

Now I'm the devilfish in this fucked up world of predicaments

Never trust a bitch, because once you fuck the bitch

You come to realize jumping quick can make you fuckin' sick

This verse is long as shit, my point to make has been said

Never think with your body even when you've lost your fucking head

Just go to bed