Breast milk, you made my day
Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that


Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three (*##$es in an MPV

Half a gallon of Georgie Porgie
And cranberry: that's the P.O.P
Love passion, a recipe for terror

We mix them %#@!s together and then we have an orgy
We here, this life forever
We never gonna stop, you with us, lemme hear you scream


[Verse 1: Despot]
One vodka soda poured over 4-leaf clovers

He be the luckiest $#&@ this side of the rainbow you know of
He seen the blood and the guts and the gang signs get thrown up
He seen the fight and the fuss for that same pot of gold

But he hold the dice and he roll em and if he lose, it's a hold up
Plus got them sticks and them stones that'll bust them thin brittle bones up
Won't switch his pitch or his tone up for no more (*##$, he a grown up

The kid is so so-what they didn't think he would show up
Slow up, happy to be here, muster up three cheers
Hip-hip, who are you; hear, hear

Huzzah sis-boombah, queue the fanfare
Go fetch the man of the year, a !@#$ chair
He's half there, the other half willy-nilly

Plus gonna hit the town, @@#!ed back, slapping it silly
Don't beat him while he down off whatever his favorite swill be
I ain't a killa but don't kill me


[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]
Beer and whiskey shots, weirder than 50

Pac, Biggie, or Ricky Ross
I'm Jiggy, I'm Vicky Vasquez
Don't love the game, shot clocking above the game

Ballers and shotcallers be calling me Bob Costas
I'm Immortal Technique: I'm Obnoxious
Hella-people telling me to stop it

Probably be jealous cause we sell it at a profit
Keenan and Kellin' it and it's awesome
I'm Nas man, I'm God's Son, nah dunn, I'm on One

I'm dumb, I don't got guns dude
But let's battle and see who sons who
I'm reading Sun-Tzu, translating Don Killuminati into Spanish

Wrapping my body in bandages

[Verse 3: Heems]

Drunk driving on a Wednesday, all my friends be rapping
They always be writing, wake up tomorrow, like what happened
The verse done, and it's always aiite tho

Ayo, Michael Jackson is Monty Python
All of y'all pricks can suck my dick
I'm stupid as %#@!, but I'm bout to be rich

I'm at the Pizza Hut, I'm at the Taco Bell
The combination made my eyes bleed
It's serving and swerving the nervous MC

I'll rap on the track if my friends let me
You guys aiite, but I ain't tryna have an orgy
The Jameson, the ginger ale, occasionally the Georgi

The Popov, the Dubra, all of that %#@!
Proper and super, they falling back quick
I got three shirts and they all look expensive

2000 Volkswagen mad old and dented
Skateboard P, Ashanti: foolish
The worst rapper on this track, third coolest


[Verse 4: Danny Brown]
Straight shots of Cuervo, blunts to the neck

Got a rat (*##$ that smoke blacks until the plastic melt
My legacy is shining like a diamond on a tanning bed
Climbing on you ^!$$%s, put the iron to your head

Instead, you ^!$$%s tryna get ahead
Like a stray bullet, you ^!$$%s mislead
I'm about my bread, you ain't, you can roll

Try and stop that, get a bagel-sized hole
Cause it a' been nice, heat the house, use a stove
Took a cold bath to walk to school in the snow
Now I take it back, when these ^!$$%s was fronting
Now I got something, they ain't worried about nothing, ^!$$%

Me and my ^!$$%s about to take the world over
Me and my ^!$$%s about to take the world over
Rolling out a onion, blunts Paul Bunyan
Onion booty (*##$ crying, deep throating something


[Verse 5: El-P]
Straight shots of the sterno plus, wick stuck in the bottle empty
Three blocks to the target we light it and lob it hard at Sentry
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me

Six o'clock we meet up and divvy the shells among the youngins
Seven continents in the %#@! and smoke like it's $#&@in London
Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumping
Now government issue nines and point em where your blood is pumping
Ten(d) to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces

El'll ven(t) on you harder than !#)*ashima breezes
In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason
You'll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons
With inverted 31's and other unlucky omens
Thats why I chug 7 and 7's til I'm $#&@ing homeless
And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up

I'll spit another sixteen to prove to the world I $#&@ing own it

[Verse 6: Mr. Mutha$#&@in' eXquire]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Couple thousand views on Youtube a ^!$$% still hungry
No food in my stomach and my pockets $#&@ed up
Plus my mother still work so why should I give a $#&@?

$#&@ a blog, $#&@ a label, $#&@ a meeting, $#&@ an A&R
$#&@ a co-sign, motha$#&@a $#&@ it all
Still lost as Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
Skull $#&@ her, smut, nuttin' try to catch her in the eye
Big belly still take my shirt off like Nelly
Rasta pasta for Footprints buy liquor out the deli and %#@!
My pops negligence done made me rebellious

Arrested Development the rest is irrelevant
$#&@ a throne watch the project bench covered in pigeon %#@!
This for my ^!$$% Los 'til we see him again
Stretch a ^!$$% like a regular tee from the outlet
Hidin' my rhyme book from the grammaton clerics
Mishka bear, obnoxious as Roger Klotz
I plot as the clock tick tocks to make the world suck my @@#!

Validated in every wrong decision I ever did
My ex girlfriend thought I wouldn't ever be %#@!
Well looky here (*##$ my dick grew 6 inches since then
Will I make it out the projects? I guess it depends, huzzah, (*##$!