Verse: [Mack The Ripper]
Aim for the throat, straight for the esophagus
Post apocalypse, when I hypnotize the populous
Shocked and innocuous, products of metropolis
Stuck between crack rocks and crack pot politics
I'll k** ya king and never bury the sarcophagus
Where his coffin is? I'mpissin' off his offices
Cus all he wants in his pocket, is a wallet
For the godless-profits he's gotten
Take ya mind on a journey, and ya body on an odyssey
They will all probably, try to go and follow me
These wanna be mockeries, stalkin' my philosophy
Out of my policy so stop it when you talk to me
k**in' rap cats so they call me curiosity
Can't believe it when you even with an oddity
Get it like you got it and just stop it when you walkin' free
When they smokin' meth, k**in stress, with Mephistopheles
Hook:
Every night it's that chinese take-out (x4)
Verse 2: [Mack The Ripper]
I'm tired of all, this f**in' minimum wage
At the equivocal stage, of a mythical mage
With my invincible face and my invincible rage
For when they're taxin' all my tracks and I'm residually paid
Cus rappin' is the craft in which I specialize
And I'll be the best alive, by the time I'm left to die
Rather be a dime a dozen when I'm spittin' rhymes
Than ever turn my life to nothin' with a million dollars while committin' crimes...
Hook:
Every night it's that chinese take-out (x4)