[Verse 1: War Bixby]
Supercalifragilisticexpialis**this
I'll still get b**hes even though my face busted
Melt in my clutches while I smoke Dutches
Big-boned broads get broke down in crutches
I'm f**ing disgusting, eat your gingerbread muffin
Break before morning so your husband know nothing
Hop in the whip with my horny-a** clique
Looking for a p**y soufflé that need a lot of dick
Yo, I'm sick with a six and get nice with a keg
I'm sick, need a med. An insect need a prey
Mommy give me head like she was f**ing breastfed
And she make more faces than a mouth of Lemonheads
War B-I-X-B-Y stay high
Like FBI agents smoking out the Enterprise
You better realize you f**ing with a wise guy
With a dick about the size of Oprah's left thigh
[Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein]
Yo, what can you, what can you stop?
If you ain't got the heart to hang in, k**er charge
It's real from far (What?). And real if you want
To get up close and personal. I never heard of you
My man, to get change, you wanna murder who?
Absurd talk, now it's overdue. About time
My splurging you enlighten a part of you
Paramedics repeat it but it's horrible
Closed casket in the streets is a part of you
Forensics an*lyze the particles
Scar, Jafar recruit them new recruits
Gon' bounce in a few ‘cause I do
What I do well. f** who sell
Remember the clique: M-V-shot-two-L'S
[Verse 3: FU]
I'm the new n***a and you's the old folk and
You is the type to get your nose broken
You is the type to get your throat choked
‘Cause you is the type to talk sh** and don't know that
We is the type to raise and straight spazzing
These razor blades in your a** and
Put your body frame in a cast and
Make ‘em disappear and then claim that I don't have ‘em
You can't get away. Let's just grab him
Beat him ‘til his limbs and back and neck spasms
Put his head between two cars and just crash ‘em
Have his whole family asking, “What happened?”
[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Skemers is feeders. Believe us
Preachers can't reach us with Jesus
We trust God but it's the cheese feed us
So we remain liars, stealers, and cheaters
[Verse 4: Mez]
f** around, Scar your face like Al Pacino
Now b**h n***as want to be pals with Chino
But the know the sh** I spit is meaner, make ‘em disappear
Like they're [?] with Sabrina
Giving dick to some chick named “Trina” with a spliff
In a whip that's greener. Back strip make your windows steam up
Respect my style. Never bow down
Box ‘til my knuckles bloody, got a foul mouth
Like my tongue is money. Might just wile out and ox your understudy
For those thinking it's a joke, ain't nothing funny
Mez'll get that a** poked, left somewhere buried
Got a n***a losing hope, like, quick, in a hurry
Put a noose around his throat, locked up in a cubby
Have him leaned over, bowtied up to a Chevy
When we on the mic, we just keep it straight gully
[Verse 5: Mr. Metaphor]
Yo, I'ma blow these words out my lungs
Watch how I throw these birds out my funds
I'm about to be out, out on the run
And I'm taking the south route towards the Sun
Stay blazing on through the hazy dawn
I'll blame the world—you made me wrong
I'm always high as f**. You see me
On the couch in the studio, lines spit up
I'm overdosing, rollercoasting
Forward motion, flowing oceans rose the potion
Losing patience, rules we breaking
Fools we shaking, emcees we mutilating
I can't sleep just like the roof is shaking
Nightmares at night ‘cause the truth be breaking
I want to move the nation to a new location
I'm f**ing stuck here, hallucinating
And I'ma close my eyes and follow the light
Sharpen the blade and swallow the knife
Open my heart and pour out my life
Black out to the sounds of the organ pipes
[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Skemers is feeders. Believe us
Preachers can't reach us with Jesus
We trust God but it's the cheese feed us
So we remain liars, stealers, and cheaters