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)