[Verse 1:]
Tell me what do you believe
Your dreams are no longer lucid, now tell us what you've seen
Don't make us send you back in, you better spill the beans
Those echoes on the wall, were actually your screams
The torturing's preposterous, we never did a thing
The journal logs are incomplete, we need to fix the machine
There's still a couple tests we need to run on the screen
But we need to know exactly, what did you see
There's no need to hide the truth, you might as well confess
Cause if you lie, we'll have our serpents wrapped around your neck
And they promise to extract, the knowledge out your head
And suck the oxygen until your running out of breath
So as you think about my offer on the table
Think cautiously, remember cocaine wasn't able
To become as addicting as we thought it could
But you'll be one last soul that thought he could

[Chorus: x2]
Now come on everybody, let's make cocaine cool
We need a few more half naked women up in the pool
And hold this Mac-10 that's all covered in jewels
And can you please put your titties closer to the "22s

[Verse 2:]
Tell me who should I believe
If I confess, can I break away from all of this stress
That this concoction quite causes me. It's like a disease
I am a fiend, it's my reality. I'm shaking my knees
In a search for that powder, that baking couldn't even stretch
It's a mess. Some days I freebase in a rest-room
Don't have a bed, I can rest on the streets
No matter the temperature, that China White gives me heat
So as I often release, I daydream quite a lot
Reminisce before all of this shit, I used to box
I used to be the next champion, king of the block
Now I'm only the next asterisk, fiend for the rock
Before I pass out, I think it's time to give them the truth
And if they ask for any evidence, I'll give them the proof
That I've corrupted the game and it will never be the same
All because of this thing known as cocaine

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3: Ben Tenason]
This is a physical metamorphosis of a growing subordinate
My matrix made a different playlist, gon' and put your cord in it
My raps are like Horton fucking a Who as I'm recording them
I got swords and the fort, all within accord of them
I asked the world, aggressively, why you got this hold on me
I don't fuck a bitch and now I'm the one with the ovaries?
I'm a lame because my car ain't got nice upholstery
They say we chicken shit, so we got beef, fuck all your poultry
What do I got to do to imply that I'm the man
I'll run up to the promise land
And me and Moses make different poses, post them all on Instagram
With two white bitches, jam to the [?], while smashing Twizzlers from the candy man. Damn!
I'm the dark Assassinhood, darker than Michael Blackson
I get rich like Michael Jackson and Moonwalk on all you has-beens
I threw trash beside your casket cause I thought it was a trash bin
And I'll take your bitch, if she ain't holding dick, she'll hold my cash then

[Chorus: x2]