Intro: JakProgresso:

How'd I get here, I'm like the kid in the class, yo, I don't belong here, yo

Verse 1: JakProgresso:

I'm like Octomom with gonorrhea (Hahahaha)
Spittin' out heaters (heaters), I'm under the school bleachers with chunks of scalp on a cleaver
I got bad blood for leechers, call my believers
I'm the blak hand of death like Preacher
Rum on a journal, smokin' Purple Urkle
Position on the dark side of the Earth Moon
Ballistic gloves with a burned tool (Yeah)
Drinkin' youth blood during equinox vernal
Infernal, shit cow, the flow curdle
My cult form a semi-circle, and remove cornea, external
You could unveil politicians cannibalizin' pre-pubertal
This a mushroom outing, burn my surroundings
We can now go to Section 8 housing
And locate the water like Dowsing
I'll throw you a peppermint lifesaver, when I'm drownin'
Watch me hatch out my own face, like The Howling
Heads flyin', shrines cryin'
I'm only clairvoyant, when I'm psychoactive after applyin' (Who?)
I catch visions off scryin', spittin' miraculous, sheeple sayings
I'm only Jesus in the crosshairs of scopes, on pistols aimin'
Weed pistols flamin', I'll smash a Wiccan bitch while she crystal gazin'
Livin' a opsissimist, spittin' illuminism in the white light fadin'
Interlude:

- The positions drive him too hard?
- No, he's a genius and it's truly a pleasure to work with him, but in the beginning some experiments have been in my opinion exceeding, but not ethical

Verse 2: Daylyt:

Yeah, don't let a sharker teeth sharper, rap with the sharpest
Smelly armpits it's a must that I tell them n***as don't start shit
These guns belong on a starship, this our shit
Pull strings like guitar picks, La Brea Tar Pits
I black on all of the hard click it's hard shit but it's some hardship
Straight foul, uh, it makes your fake clouds, uh
Chemtrail chemical day cloud up, piled up
All the snow you can burn, you should learn 'bout season modification
Fuck it, y'all was bein' too modest to say shit
Strong as I move, fuck, I might as well hide and steal but I'm sleepy, I got the Eyetis
My iris tired and trying weed tyrants, hand me the trident
Two gum holdin' the trife, try sendin' to all the sinners, triceratop
Redhead n***as Carrot Top, used to care a lot
You not figure I care is not real
It made me scared to say even fancy, turned into Nancy I had to care again
Too many married men buyin' rings
People die for these diamonds to make it happy we tryin', breathe

Interlude:
- Why, what do you mean?
- I mean, you know me, you know that I am not what you might call a very businessman?
- No, that's too harsh
- But now I'm startin' to question everything

Verse 3: Tha God Fahim:

Uh, they don't wanna see me get evil, my gun diesel
Pop the weasel drop you on all fours like Smeagol
I got reinforced skin that's thick
Throwin' words around deadly melody grips
Split the sea in half, you don't know the half and you don't know the math
My .45 will blow you to the grass
I'm young and gettin' rich so I'm spoiled
Might dump off and let your body fertilize the soil
Skills is top notch I feel like it's hopscotch
Dumped so many verses in my life got the top spot
Any MC can get wrecked tryna come but
Arms too short, eyes sportin' my tank top (Zazazaza!)
Fucker