[Intro: Sesta & Trials]
Trials
Peepshow Entertainment, it's fucking shit
Ah, check it out
It's like this

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"On and on, till my clock stop ticking"

[Verse 1: Trials]
Well, let me put it straight mate, your tracks just suck
And fuck your punchlines man, I lines the punches up
The class [?] has struck about to make noggins nod
It's the Funkoars kid from the sticky tape lodge

[Verse 2: Sesta]
And we stump 'em, thump 'em, they got nothing on us
Clucked 'em, crushed 'em, they're just nothin' tryna be somethin'
Run shit, you think you got the upper hand
Step into a cypher and leave with a sun tan

[Verse 3: Trials]
Ayo, my name's known from state to state, for every toy MC
Deskin' my records in a [?] dollar crate
Now, you think you're a dope cunt? Well, listen up to what I'm tellin' yah
We don't shit on you man, we like a [?] enemas