[Intro: Mr. Eon]
Ah. Ah. Eastern Conference. This is how it goes down. Uh, Copywrite, Cage, Mr. E, yo
[Verse 1: Mr. Eon]
Yo, I'll roam the blocks in the low post. And with the slow
Roast, outgrow most and grow in soul, toast
AND1 and dumb slum lord of tennis
It's the phantom menace who leads the anthem wettest
I got no morals like your wormy attorney
So hungover, histories, they couldn't overturn me
Ten new addictions the additions added
To the twenty I already got—I'm still twisted
As something's missing in my life, I can't fix
My déjà vu is just a glitch in The Matrix
Fashion yourself in the latest adornment
I'll lay dormant—more than your Christmas ornaments
Stadium organist, pro-p**n activist
I hate these girls who claiming they be abstinent
We feed ‘em absinthe and an Afghan spliff
They're looking angelic when I crack them lips
[Verse 2: Copywrite]
I'll take your mic, spit, then unplug it, coward
If it ain't about rap or p**y, I don't give a f** about it
Written for written, you can't front. Your clan s**s
f** it. You could spit my written. I'll come off the head like dandruff
Search in the trunk of your Benz for money to spend
I'll steal from anybody, especially one of my friends
That goes double for the b**h you share your microphone with
And those dumb enough to believe she writes her own sh**
You ain't no enemy—my friends are worse
Got a memory with an endless burst to serve any emcee
Within this Earth, whether kin of me or friends since birth
I'll k** you, hop in a rented Jeep, rear-end
Your hearse. Ate your wife and a forensic nurse
During your wake, cum in the john, getting head in church
f** you, your mom, and your team of pawns, and if
You don't believe in God, then you're calling me a fraud
[Verse 3: Cage]
I'll stick my skull out for anybody coming out
This side of my neck. f**ing ugly white b**hes is a hobby
Calling me out? I'm on the frontline, sleepwalking
Three million sheep chalking up intestines for this meat coffin
Run up in some fugly b**h, watching her soul
Pick up my daughter shottie if she pick up daddy's dust envelopes
The only b**h I listened to
Tried to smuggle in some sh**, but I couldn't piss it through
You want a bottom feeder puking a two-liter?
Bash you when your crew trying to sneak out a gay theater
Brittle, spinal towns screwed the vagina down
Cut the body away, dipped it in acetate for vinyl clowns
Stuffed my jacket with albino down first
Chewing on my plane, starving, eating pa**engers