[Verse 1: Nerve]
Check it
Yah
f** that
These punch drunk lads are dumb wack
Before your blunts packed
Swap your skunk sack for thumbtacks
Dope up your tracks cause I love rap
My snuff is untapped
Catch me when I hustle for your hubcaps
I slump so much I got a a hunchback
You're a Rugrat
Fronting with a bunch of bum-bags
You should hush that
I'm a hunter when I shut traps
And a sun-cat
Getting muddy on a Skrub track
Plug that
Under attack
Catch us manoeuvring through the sewers
Puking mucus
Type of dude to lure you for your Zooper-Doopers
Crew is ruthless
Shooting truth into your music tuners
Nuking losers
You be diluted if you a**ume you do this
Truth is
I am so amazing you could never make it big
Look away, Put a crooked razor to your face and slit
I'm cooking sadist sh**
I wrote the book on how to lace the sh**
I shook the game
You're looking through the flames on how you're blazing it
[Verse 2: Skrub]
Guess who?
Oh f** it; you know the rest, true
You know we came in here to drop science without the test-tubes
And to get you high but even if we don't impress you
We still make Emcee's change for free like it's a dress room
Never faded, rappers getting jaded
Got a lot up on their mind but never say it
And if you wanna take a shot at us you better aim it well and then take it
But you won't, you're only entertainment
And I think I told you all before you can't f** with that
Cause you think you're underground but I'm a level under that
Above all that, either way I'm on your head like a bucket hat
While sitting on a f**ed up mind like I'm a trucker cap
I ain't about that whack sh** un-like you are
Think you the future really to spit like future
Want a hi-five? f** that I'll give you two stars
My review is when they hear my name you're all like “HOORA!”
[Outro: Skrub & (Nerve)]
(Nerve and Skrub check it, f** with us)
Syntax Junkies f** with us