[Verse 1: Mildred] Beef with these krill looking fools, one verse could k** Surf n Turf, hit em with the grill, suppose its overk** Like a Cherry Bomb I needa blow up, why else would I exist Capitalise on a moment like a Tyler tracklist It's hard to find foes in this wasteland who ain't soft Learnt murder itself from the book of Eli Roth And you ain't fooling no one with that piece LeBron proved that even the greatest can't pack a heat Shape up to me, finesse of Dr Octagon Circle thinks outside the square, that's optimum Buy alcohol at prison, dropping lines, the ultimate bar? Get beat up with RZA and dump your remains in the reservoir I'm influential like Captain Morgan Freeman with my pen But then again, is it right to captain free men? Sure, I can make the corniest lines ever said Like I knows he mouths off, when he's ahead [Verse 2: Mildred] Hip-hop's deceased, well there's flip-flops on his feet? Sir I don't understand this sh** talk you speak What I'm saying is, don't let one product ruin the whole style It's good to be versatile, or all-sorted like old files Ehh, I suppose I'm attempting to make a play on words Flay to test their pain threshold, verbal blade unheard Once this eight sinks in, Millz achieves victory And escapes the thrills of failure, you still believe in this delivery