[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] Word b**h Term gets solicited for his services First things first, hittin' a bit of turbulence I sure is certain a critic isn't a journalist Encourage the listener to give a little encouragement A muzzled pit Mixed with a puzzled wit Leave your stiff upper lip split, busted, and stitched up Then awake from my slumber Rap game Da Vinci while you lame motherf**ers stays painting by numbers [Verse 2: Loud Mouth] All you chicken f**ers dead to me Mudblood's big check the charts on my pedigree Rap game celebrity White nose felony Sonnin' motherf**ers I ain't never had a pregnancy Off the walls Mix scripts with the alcohol Paying for forgiveness put my sins on a MasterCard Big sh** poppin' like a motherf**in' mastodon Been with the yoda since a youngin that's a padawan [Verse 3: Will is Chillin] f** these phony brand who*es acting sure to win an Oscar Turn pop and corny empty emcee Orville Redenbacher a** You can snort some lead and drop from off the Earth's face The nurse said me stupid Doc greeted me but didn't disagree with her per se My verse deemed perverse and adverse from my psyche since the first take Uh, damn Flow harder than spelling Wednesday For me at least the pencil hold more vision than a lens case [Verse 4: Bruce Bayne] Dollar gripper Hollow tipper Tolerance of toddlers When I bought a swisher Wishy-washy n***as wash they mouth before they talk the sh** First taught to live and prosper off our talents in your town Where your stomping ground Why you walking different? Old cliches Witcha Oakley shades And it won't be changed Like that nomenclate Stank Face b**h How your team blow up King Boa No jo-king like I'm Joakim Noah [Verse 5: Rebel Legato] Rebel rugged no tellin' when I'm cuffin' I'm bombing on arrival f** bluffing I'm looking for a buffy with a body She the hottest hottie who willing to catch a body just for papi Get on the beat spit like a drummer flying Hop on the check and eat my piece of pie-uh Before I die, shades droppin right from from the sky-I'm Living life f**ing feeling my vibe On the other side Only real god Stank Face arrived [Verse 5: Acumental] I been acting merciless on purpose The conservative insurgent Clutch a box cutter like a c*nt surgeon to the cervix Impervious to nervousness Journalistic verses when I turn a page You wander in a circle into pearly gates Lost in the clouds like, cumulonimbus Squares on the move put some fuel in your engines, vroom I'm a goon in a rude and pretentious mood Square roots Word to Judy I bloom in an empty room Impending doom looms over your pension so invest your loot I bless the booth then I cruise in a Bentley coupe...not I'm hoppin' fences like a pensive pencil pushing pest Who would've guessed it? P Squares, we personify perfection b**h