Verse 1 [Vex the MC]:
Where did the time go? I'm sick of k**in' it
Need a different victim to get a shiv in their filaments
I'm sick of diggin' it into their friggin' ligaments
I split a b**h apart like a frickin' stick of licorice
I'm talking' verbally, I murder entire herds of these
Absurd emcees universally from Germany to Myrtle Beach
Mindin' my own business with or without a drink of herbal tea
Catt Murtis, B, you probably haven't heard of me
So let me introduce myself, go get a bucket
Get on your knees, yada yada, somethin' ‘bout Nantucket
If I got a problem then I f**in' address it
The way that people nowadays behave is f**in' pathetic
If you hear me say some sh**, well you can trust that I meant it
I'm somewhat aggressive but not enough to dub it poetic
I'm not all that much or more or less corrupt in the head
But this beat is unleashing a beast in me and I'm ‘finna go f**ing hectic
Hook:
Steppin' on necks when we walk in
k**in' the competition, ready up all the coffins
We bringin' acid rain down from the sky
If you in our pathway, you better step to the side
[x2]
Verse 2 [Novatore]:
Climb the ladder, never scatter from that ratatata
I don't give a f**, I'm gonna bust you, make that bladder splatter
When it comes to rap you know I'm madder than the mad hatter
Nothin' really matters, son, I'm badder than this f**in' pattern
I left Saturn for the Sun, but yo I still ain't done
Rap fast, no back track, I clap gats, don't need a gun
Can slow it down too, my voice surround you
Novatore and Vex, we put a hex on any clown crews
Soundproof the room ‘cause when I spit you hear the f**in' boom
Slap you cross your back like you was chokin' on the wooden spoon
Any goon who plans to cross is getting f**in' tossed
Right cross, the lost boy ain't soft, you ‘bout to feel it soon
You ‘bout to feel the doom, it slowly rushes over you
Rollin' over posers like a motherf**in' boulder do
I shoulder you to show you that I ain't f**in' ‘round
I'll overthrow a king and put his crown beneath the ground
Hook:
Steppin' on necks when we walk in
k**in' the competition, ready up all the coffins
We bringin' acid rain down from the sky
If you in our pathway, you better step to the side
[x2]
Verse 3:
[Vex the MC]
So call the coroner, corpses are boarded up
Another one in the corner next to the rag of chloroform
Next to the stack of torture p**n, storage, I been hoardin' ‘em
Machetes and swords at the ready, test me, I been warming up
[Novatore]
I'm warm enough to f** sh** up, I'll slice your f**in' guts
The sh** I like to bust will f** you up just like an uppercut
Bust a nut from listening, eyes are slowly glistening
Christening the beat until my tongue is f**in' blistering
[Vex the MC]
Are you even listening?
I got a vivid dream of using instruments with precision and nitroglycerin
A way to split the scheme and then mix it into a different thing
I'mma get the dream and you know it, so why ask if it's me?
[Novatore]
I wouldn't ask that, but Matt why don't you pa** that
Rag of chloroform, the industry's about to be deformed
So be warned, this mad cat tops heads like a snapback
Put “RIP” on your gravestone and call me a cab back
Hook:
Steppin' on necks when we walk in
k**in' the competition, ready up all the coffins
We bringin' acid rain down from the sky
If you in our pathway, you better step to the side
[x2]