[Verse 1] Merkules
Two handfuls of shrooms and I'm lookin for trouble
I stomp down on instrumentals till I'm pullin a muscle
I drop acid until anything I look at is doubled
A rabid dog yappin jaws yeah I should get a muzzle (but f** it)
Ya'll done had it comin, I'm runnin through the forest
Hold a Glock at Goldie Locks I'll f**in snuff 'em for his porridge
Or go get your mother and poke a hole in a rubber
You'll get to meet your little brother when you come home for supper
Then I get at Aspect 'n tell him we need the c-saw
There's weed between the keys on his beringer keyboard
Body bags, they come equipped with a zipper
I'm writin names out in blood till they gettin the picture
I'll meet your sister then and trick her into lickin my sh**ter
Tippin the ricter, you probly wife a chick who's a stripper
You bozo's with no flow, don't know lyrics
All you do is make love songs and no hoes hear it, p**y
[Verse 2] Young Aspect
God body, I pray to God like I'm John Gotti
On dead bodies, I got your girl in a thong probly
I'm not sober I'm holdin this chainsaw
I'm close to insane, ya'll better know me by name (yeah)
I lace weed, smoke it and rake leaves
I got a bag of pills, tell your b**h to take 3
I don't give a f** b**h, you can lick my nut sack
I'm rockin a dookie chain, reppin a f**in hub cap
My brain is ill cause it fell and hit the floor
And when I was a little boy just bein happy was a chore
I got satan on my shoulder shootin h**n
I'm f**in prostitutes on the 3rd floor of the Sheraton
I met a b**h named Ca**ie, she's a fatty
And last week I f**ed her in the back seat of a taxi
This is high on c**aine with a crow bar
This is no joke I'm dope and I go hard
[Verse 3] Charlie Fettah
The water gettin murky so I'm scratchin at my scars
I got paint up on my fingertips from cuttin through yo yard
Not hard I lean back with a green sack
Yo team lack sk**, necessary feedback, s**a beat that
The boom bap, beat me up I had to beat back
Greedy - made a grip off the grind, here's a free track
Fettah the philanthropist, bars I'm spittin - cancerous
If sway don't got the answers then yay don't know what the answer is
Hard to live glamorous when your terrain is hazardous
Team full'a gonnies low lives vandals and anarchists
High as a kite puffin shatter budder and cannabis
Hungry like I'm homeless ya my people livin ravenous
Never f** wit ch'yo clique, like we practise abstinence
New rap nerds mixin chemistry and calculus
End all the b.s. cause Fettah is the catalyst
"what up" to all my battlers, hip hop naturalists
The wordsmith, I collected payments with my cadence
Practise make perfect, my people pannin the pavement
Rats is in the basements in the shadows writin statements
While me, Merk and Aspect busy rollin the fragrance