[Produced by Metal Fingers]
[Verse 1: Mildred]
Who are we? Cold rappers like the breeze
Ironic characters like CEO's who dodge fees
Mettle tested like a cyborg, I choose (a-choo) who i bless
Top goals easy living in the West
Hello its Debris, wheres our fans?
Hell open, diseased, beware our plans
Set to stay, shades of grey, pay for the plot twist
Betting day-to-day, slay all the thots quick
This broad thick, thats set in stone
Google her name, met, reject like chrome
Had his best trip on the green like a soccer player
Fire up the scales before he bone like a dragon slayer
Betrayed his emotions like Solo by Lando
Like Rambo when he spit alone his dome heated like a candle
Call bullsh** when emcees wanna beef
Threw a vicious slug to his cheek, mischief chief
Cheaters to this day run from responsibility
Now hostel hosts hope for no hostility
Check (Czech) the forecast, world is coming to an end
The breeze throws debris too much in the deep end, it depends