[Intro]
A chess match Thomas?
Yeah, I'll be black (Like my soul)
So I go first then?
Yeah, I'll be going last

Oh let's leave this bottle here
And every time one of us loses a piece
We take a shot of whiskey
Get ready to black out

(Backwoods)

[Verse 1 (DJO)]
When we tie
With a Thai chick
Hit her with the high kick
She told me she liked dick
Guess I'm motherfuckin' psychic
The flow froze over like an ice rink
Hit you with that 4-bar
Then another
I ain't in a foreign car, that's my fuckin' brother
Nuclear engineer that man is
I stashed the best sounds where Batman lives
'Cause you fuckers ain't worthy
My weed earthy
I speak wordy
Reach 30
My D hurting
The chick get thirsty
I see her searching
I start to flirting
Forget her first name
Uh

Yo girl post that pussy like a model
She had my D rose like Chicago
Listening to FlyLo
While I'm on a rhino
How the fuck I'm such a G?
How the fuck should I know?
Need to balance for these chems like stoichiometry
I call these bitches bad
Like I'm practicing misogyny
All this green I'm burning must be bad for the economy
Get the whole world high as fuck off my honesty

Checkmate

[Bridge]
Fuck, fuck! Fu – Are you sure?
Look at your king, bitch
Yeah, well –
Stop, stop, 'cause I'm hungry

Draw your blade
Ah, you wanna fence, faggot?
To the death?
But first let's drink a glass of this
What is this concoction?
Absinthe
Let's make things a little interesting

[Verse 2 (Woody Pond)]
(Pawn DG)
(Live Dirty)
You might've had me there
But now you will be absent
Swordplay while we're gone off absinthe
High up in the [?] of Aspen
In the background
You lightly hear some old Michael Jackson
I don't do that [?]
When it gets down to it I'm not passing
Hotbox
Open up the door look like a fog machine
When you in the wild
Boy you don't know who the dogs'll be
The savages
We only ship havoc in our packages
Reading passages
Out a Doctor false practices
Palaces of mattresses
Like we own a superstore
Performin' for some super sores
I'm super bored
She's super short
Stupid how I choose the courts
Girls like apples bruised to core
I just ask them use the door
I'm used to scores
[?]
Dude I gotta do the chore
Body beats
Body rappers
I might have you kill yourself (Whoop)
Like a body snatcher
RC Music (Haha)
Y'all some copy catters
Woody fucking Pond
I guess he's all that matters

Dodge and parry
My fencing skills are scary
And bitch I'm very near a merry career
I mean I'm barely here
This absinthe working its magic
This sword fight might end tragic
If I die drop my body off in traffic
That's it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
That's it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
That's it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
That's it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
If I die drop my body off in traffic
That's it
That's it
If I die drop my body off in traffic
That's it
If I die drop my body off in traffic, traffic, traffic
That's it
That's it
Drop my body off in traffic
That's it
Drop my body off in traffic
That's it
That's it
If I die
If I die
If I die
If I die
Drop my body off in traffic
That's it