[Verse 1: Milo] I can be the Ubermensch Presently ensconced in a thick, thick loser's stench Let's use only the future tense My collective is unconscious though Yeah, I can't forget when they auctioned us Brown boy king, red crown glows phosphorus Young Jung, bump Sun Kil Moon Wearing toe socks, I've got hymnals for the know-nots On tour and I'm weary of the dinginess Tag my name in the Codex Seraphinian*s In Chicago bleeding in a back alley An olive tree thrives somewhere in the Napa Valley Oh boy, I'm a big f**ing moron IMDB searched life advice from Ghost Dog Usher in a new era of raps post-Herzog This is just desserts for an old slob, bow [Hook: Nick Diamonds] First one to take it (I've been slippin') Last one to make it (I've been slippin') At calling time but I can't, head vacant It's another one of mine [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] Yo, yo, people talk to me at their saddest It gets fairly overwhelming for my secretary Gladys She prefer to only deal with my earnest business proposals So she patently refuses all the pa**words to my socials She once happened on a message from an older friend from college Who would like to end her crisis by drinking furniture polish I said, "Gladys, this one's simple, she just needs someone to listen" Said she wasn't trained or paid enough for suicide prevention Plus the reason people seek you when they can't hold it together Is cause you seem to find the right words without too much sweat or effort There ain't no Dr. Lecter, Dr. Scholls or Dr. Pepper Got a lady and a kid and I gotta make these stupid records Something's missing from this picture Ain't none of these people worried about who listens to the listeners Gladys told me, "Tell 'em f** off if they such a waste of time" I never told her that depressed account was another one of mine [Hook: Nick Diamonds]