[Hook 1: Milo] x2
I don't give a fuck about you or your rapper friends
I know I wasn't asking them to lend an ear the end is near

[Verse 1: Milo]
I have been a scuba diver
Trystero, muted horn
Rusty tuba supplier
Nubile, Nubian
A continental true MacGyver
Loose screw night driver
I've been reading classified sections of the newspaper
I'm burdened by a new labour
Spoke in a hush, a hurried Marxist soothsayer
Who's fumbling with the multi-digit password
I still call my dad 'Sir'
I made a shrine out of bamboo plants
A damn fool at first glance
Will spam you at first chance
I'm wondering who will be the bigger man
Staring at my proud n***a hands I remember
We were eating daffodils
And it seized my gut like laughter pills
The time between before and after kills

[Hook 2: Busdriver]
I know, I know you want to tell me about your crew
And all the things you do, none of which I think are true
I know, I know you want to tell me all about you
But all I really wanna say is

[Hook 1] x2

[Verse 2: Nocando]
I've had one hell of a life
I got two sides to the brain
I got three beautiful baby girls
And I've had four minutes of fame
If I had five mics in The Source way back in 1998
I'd trade them to get my wife the divorce that she always wanted
Yea, that'd be great
Quick question - can you get day old angel tears to come in a six pack?
Cause it's heaven, while I'm inquisitive ask, where my n***as is at?
Where my n***as is at?
Ay yo, seven shots of jamo can fit in this glass but I'm bigger than that
I pour some for my dad and his ignorant ass
And make it six and a half with all the cigarette ash
It's like, 8 mm just hanging from the filter
I envy that square because a filter is what I'd kill for
See this n***a pulled a nine on me
That was my tenth hater
I had eleven minutes of fame that I was planning to spend later
In 2012 I was a rap - rapper, rapper for rappers
2013 I'm a man that stands before you battered, tattered and fractured
No cast, like some half-ass absent band of actors
No class, like a dropout
No brass, that's a cop-out
Yea I'm colder than a whore's heart in a brothel in downtown Moscow
You see, life's a bitch and clichés are comforting like your mom's house
So, fuck the world with a lambskin condom on
I don't relate to rappers with they has-been problems dog
I'm a n***a from the future with a warped sense of reality
The fuck I used to give suffers from dwarfism, babality
Maybe it's me, maybe it's your banality
I don't really know, so why try to explain?

[Hook 2]
[Hook 1] x2