Featuring: Young Jay

Verse 1:(Young Jay)

Mars Blackman
Silence the muh$#&@in lambs, I'm a cannibal looking for animals
Open ya top like Campbell's can of soup, bustin melons like cantaloops Oops I said that wrong huh based god cooking that wonton my (*##$ from Hong Kong

Take mi long @@#! down her esophagus, ^!$$%s better acknowledge this Hot %#@! i spit like syphillis on my lips agh
Eyes low, I'm lifted off of that piff agh i em that
N agh gee gee agh all over yo (*##$ walls Mona Lisa,

Stop it Jay
Been gettin fly realized these ^!$$%s be coppin ock %#@! around the holidays
In my closet there's a lot of jays

And I sip ace and play spades with a AK where my dick lay
Pencil sharper than a switchblade and this haze got my mind in another place
Startin to fall in love with twitter (*##$es, stripper (*##$es

Goin instahamm listen man, I'm the muther$#&@in man
Open up ya mind and think for a minute
It's been a minute since i stepped in it, now I'm back on my %#@!

Like a laxitve in a pepto bismol, uh, young retro ^!$$%
For dolla billas my ^!$$%s banana clip peel ya


Verse 2:(Zanyx)
Third eye wide and its guiding me to the top
I see through lies, fake guys in disguise get dropped.

Do me dirty? I'll rip your soul out ya chest
Where you sleep will be where you take ya last breath.
I'm a misfit addicted to (*##$es, $#&@ em then explore the rest on some scientist %#@!

The only thing on my mind is reaching success
These rappers ain't %#@! like the food I digest.
Got arrested for molesting the beat viciously

Attempted murder for every rapper that tried dissing me.
Im a lyrical criminal, I'm $#&@ing reaching my pinnacle these !@$)gots aren't original
All these rappers are typical.

Rapping about %#@! that's fictional
Once i step in the booth I become invincible.
Nobody can ever stop me I'm an incredible individual

Smoking kush cause its medicinal.
RCO $#&@ whos ever hating just remember our lyrics are printable


Verse 3:(Zay Rondon)
I've been a smug cat since I was a rugrat
When it came to rhymes I extract in a snap.

So many verses written you'd think I studied the bible
I'm just a Biggie disciple that got lypo.
Style still fatter than a black grandma's batter

But ain't %#@! sweet so enough with the chatter.
The menace getting lettuce, $#&@in duh beetches like its Venice
Talent never rented, just rendered from my body's attic.

No Anne Frank, I ain't hiding from a gas tank
Instead I'm driving drunk while getting crunk to DJ Unk.
We beating down ya block, no pedestrian safe

Obliterate em with shock, so don't get offended with this ear rape.
I plan to erase any tear space so pass the beer case
Clorox in a shot cup, but we still straight.

Tolerance levels is just getting obnoxious
I'm automatically wild it's programmed in my subconscious