[Verse 1: Slaine]
I'm too stupid to give a f**
In a coupe or a tinted truck
With a nuclear bazooka
I'm puking the venom up
When your future is a nuisance
You tired of the nooses
Gruesome how I grew up
Screw up, violent, abusive
Defining music, trying [?]
It's a hallucinogen, Lucifer moved into the building
My music's ruthless, yeah I just have to do this
A blasted blasting the tune as I ma**acred Ma**achusetts
I captured actresses, laid it back flatter mattress than rulers
It's an action packed [?] so fracture backs or medullas
Ask who the ba*tard is that asked him to do this
And look what Affleck did when he took my a** out the sewer
Splash your doors, grab the a** of your who*es
And peep the rap that I spit, I got a pa**ion to do it
I'm irrational, I hit the gas and crash in the Buick
Drinking Captain and acting like an a** while I do it
[Hook: Slaine]
There ain't nothing like hip-hop music
There ain't nothing like hip-hop dummy
There ain't nothing like hip-hop p**y
There ain't nothing like hip-hop money
You should know who I am at the stage of the motherf**ing game, yup!
In his rib cage is the rage of a razor, raised with dysplasia
Hold on to your gauge or be afraid of your neighbor
[Verse 2: Apathy]
There ain't nothing like hip-hop, stupid
Was raised in the sewage and putrid bodily fluids
I grew into a mutant like Turtles in Mutagen Ooze
I mutilate crews, leaving stupid humans confused
You're at home wearing tutus, jerking to Blue's Clues
While I'm on a booze cruise feeling up huge b**bs
I been in a few feuds, and murdered a few dudes
I'm popping a few ludes to listen to Rude Jude
I keep a TEC in the trunk, I listen to Juju
I'm miserable rapping, practicing mystical voodoo
These rappers is chewed food, I treat 'em like crude fuel
Old-school, new-school, sh** 'em like loose stool
Got loose screws waving a deuce deuce on YouTube
Rap while I'm two moves from solving a rubix cube
Leave your b**h covered in the pool of pubics and lube
Puking up spooge with both eyelids glued
Never get it misconstrued, I be pissing missile fuel
Mr. Cool get up in your b**h quicker than Zuul, yo
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]
Okay, raise your hands if you wanna die tonight
I have Jim Jones' punch, and bullets for the whole family!
Currently I'm turbulently ill
Controlling your metastasis
Rappers all cancer patients in stage 4 I k**
Eat through you, ether you, see through with a set of sk**
Window sweeping your feet from beneath you like a ninja will
Call me [?] motions equal Ezekiel's will
Repo souls, the weasels turn you pit bulls into beagles squeal
Hide inside this homicide when we emerge
Sadomasochistic get masked with axes lurking like the f**ing Purge
Went from Ma** dealing from Cal', either style I'll k** you pal
Meanwhile, all you rappers really f**ing boring us
So me and Slaine side-by-side k** like Ikari Warriors
Reminiscing from a distance that I could destroy you in an instant
Ra's Al Ghul, a ghoul, street mystic
Real hip hop rock since I was an infant
Lif was golden era so now I really miss it
That's why there ain't nothing like this hip-hop music, b**hes!
[Hook]