[Verse 1: Zerk]

Open your mind up and give me some credit

Y'all are not shit to me, you are just gonna be history when I get in this I bet it

History as in you won't even be but a memory, head'll be shredded like lettuce

And I'm gonna spread like a big epidemic, your ligaments tendons I rip 'em and shred 'em

I get in your skin and I fill it with venom and droppin' you at a hospital or medic

You're not on my level, I been schizophrenic, I send you to Hell or I send you to Hеaven

I slide a knife right down thе middle like you're an attendant who askin' me credit or debit

But I don't got either instead I'm a menace, my predicates enter, my sentences ended

Been in a city where living is shitty and I just been trying to leave and I can't

I think I might be in a trance, do any you really believe in a chance

Starting to think that I'm gonna be stuck here until I'm a senior and peeing my pants

Why can't I ever be reaching my plans, I got everything that I need to advance

You take an immediate glance and see me I'm out of this atmosphere

I want a new studio wrapped in linen so this ain't the only thing rapped in here

Not talkin' the fabric here and not even John, they're callin' me Vladimir

I'm leavin' your tibia stickin' up out of your head like a TV with rabbit ears

Zerk, why are you actin' weird, I'm startin' to have these fears about you

I can't even be around you, but I just don't want to leave without you

You're drinkin' up beers around you, blockin' out peers and hearing sounds too

I think that I've lost you 'cause I don't see you but looks in the mirror and found you

It's you that I'm reachin' out to

Wait, who the fuck is this?

I'm in a room with just a switch creating a moon and sun eclipse

Hearin' humans under it, and I'm trying to sleep forgetting the sounds

5:45 and I'm havin' a vision of what's gonna happen a minute from now

[Verse 2: Kris Paul]

Uh-Huh, I ain't expecting no credit got so many letters collectin'

Collection collectors be trying to heckle and pest so I write 'em a check for a cent

Then I take a big shit and I wipe my ass wit it and send it

I guess they weren't gettin' the message, I don't give a shit but I do

Chillin' with Adams like I'm Uncle Fester, you lookin' confused

You don't wanna lose, don't do what I do

Whatever it is, I'm better at it, prolly why I ain't got no friends

'Cause nobody likes to be second best but

I ain't gon' let 'em win, just so they don't get pissed

I tell 'em to suck my dick but they'd prolly jump at the chance

They know I won't top 'em at that

Then I rip out two of my ribs and deepthroat myself, I'm sick

I stick all my fingers up in my ass, now that's the extra ten that you didn't give, huh

Movin' on, are we talking ghosts, is that why you wanted me on this track

'Cause I float around in another realm? Yeah

That's what it is, it's gotta be. Yeah I am a star obviously

Now they believe in astrology, chop you fuckas to pieces

It'd be a feast for Harmony, unleash the dog in me, if there's beef believe I'm gonna eat

Until my teeth are startin' to bleed, feed is pushin' feces out of me

You're writin' what rhymes, I'm rhyming what's right, you're trying to find what isn't in sight

I'm a fuckin' ghost, I already died, that's why you can't see me

Yo this was supposed to be a feature, now turn your verse to an introduction mothafucka

And I came to your house to record it, so I could remind you who's the dopest

That being said, I do like your confidence but only 'cause you're my friend

[Verse 3: Zerk]

Yeah but I'm holdin' onto my pen and I'm in the zone and I'm gonna win

Already been focused on every goal to sit on my throne and never again

Will I ever be broke, I'm livin' this moment, I just been openin' up to vent

I'm out of control I've written these poems and lettin' 'em go 'til everyone's dead

This shit's eruptin', if that was an introduction then it was all a build up for this

And I got a bone to pick and I'm pissed, I'm livin' alone up in the abyss

Because I'm already the dopest, already the coldest, arteries bloated, started convulsing

Heart is exploding, art and emotion, no one's fuckin' with this

I just been overlookin' the ledge, think' of jumpin'

Thinkin' of somethin' I want a rush and is it the throat or is it the wrist

I don't want to go. Will anyone notice? What if they don't 'cause I don't exist

I'm puttin' my soul in every flow 'cause I been a ghost and I want to live