[Intro: Mag$]
2008, yatta yatta, boys
'Cept it's 2016, boy, uh

[Verse 1: Mag$]
Is it possible to feel like the prodigal?
It's blasphemy if you think you can attack me
Mass defeat, tearin' down your whole regime
Claiming lives up with my blade
I need to roll up my sleeves and swing away
Rip your flesh from piece to piece
And watch the bleed internally for eternity
Laughin' in the face of a slain face and all mourn in pain
Darkness overseas the murder scene
I'ma need some as it seems to hold the souls of gentle folk
Through the fog and blunt smoke
We claiming lives and slitting throats
We won't admit it, though
We subliminal criminals, slippin' through the cracks with no signal
Pigs think they got us but it's pitiful
It's survival of the fittest
Better be ready to diminish any punk-ass witness
Cross him off my hitlist
I know that I'm quite gifted
When I look at yo' eyes, shifted
Don't act like you're so privileged

[Interlude: Mag$]
Bitch

[Verse 2: ACOT]
Yeah, I smoke a lot of pot, higher than an astronaut
Yeah, you talk a lot of shit, I see you fuckin' work a lot
But where the fuck's the bite? Catch a body on sight
Nah, fuck that, I don't even like to fight
All about love, hippie boy, my hair shaggy
Still fuck with me? Catch my bro, trigger happy
See, all I want now is some gold in my mouth
And cup for the ounce, boy, I don't play around
Lucy, how are you doin'? I need you right now 'cause my mind has stopped moving
Come sit on my tongue, take me out of my mind
Forget about stress, let's get lost in the time
Yeah, I got the recipe, Lucy got the best of me
Yeah, I really lost my mind, all because of LSD

[Outro: ACOT and Mag$]
Eh, dab (Uh), yeah (Yeah), dab, dab dab dab
Look at my dab
Bitch, look at my dab (Look at my dab)
Look at my dab (Look at my dab)
Look at my dab (Bitch, look at my dab)
Where's yo' dab? (Look at my dab)
It's over there (What's over there!?), dab, dab, dab