[Intro]
The Walkman: f**in' weirdo... Like you don't know how to do an intro, bruh?
Xylophone: No, I don't know how to do a f**ing intro!
The Walkman: Don't f** at me!
*Laughter*
Xylophone: f** you
[Verse 1: The Walkman]
Walker, Walker
I am worth a priceless price
A priceless list
Of pricelessness
Despite my lisp
I apply decisive wit
Poor Kid
Never had a job to quit
Apocalypse when I eclipse
Everything when I exist
I am just a pawn for your jigsaw puzzle
I am Megatron with the gun size doubled
On the inside Super shy
Soul wise coupled
With a big mouth
That's no doubt
Keeping me in trouble
Never on a visible plane
I'm thought of insane
Cause I am not the same
My soul won't be changed
Detained or even gained
In a game of chance
I'm never pessimistic
But my band don't make her dance
[Hook: The Walkman]
Would you put it on the table for a million?
For a billion? For the whole Earth?
Take it out
Trade it off
Tell me what your soul worth
What your soul worth (x4)
[Verse 2: Xylophone]
What's my soul worth?
f** it
It's the whole Earth
I'm cursed
To be the worse
At being bad
But I'm glad
To be a creative genius
Walk was right
You other rappers is soft penis
Weirdo
With a dope flow
Yall extras
I'm the star of the show
n***a give me top billing
I'm thinking about 5 million
f** it
I want 5 billion
Trying to get more than the debt ceiling
Is that how much my soul's worth
If I lose it
Who's gonna get hurt?
Is the fame and fortune worthless
I don't know anymore
Do I want a good girl or a lot of who*es?
Exploit Spanish women or do my own chores?
Thinking of life choices is such a chore
Civilian life is such a bore
Here's my soul
I'm putting it on the table
Give me everything if you're able
Tired of feeling like Cain
And hearing about people doing what I can't...
[Hook]