[Intro: plant]
When this shit fucking drops, you're gonna kill each other alright?

[Verse 1: plant]
Bitch my stomach empty like my tanker of gas
You know I been broke
And broken I’m breaking out through an opening
Open hole that goes through all these poles
No time here to slow
South to the north
Yes I mean no
When its time to let go
I don’t think I can bring myself to it, how could I just give up my throne
And let all these lame rappers assume they have the skill to uphold
The standard we’ve set
Put myself on the net
Let them all come and inspect
When I was tryna end up dead
Now I’ve realised that I can’t just blow off my head
Ive got to stay here to keep all of these rappers in check
Your shows been looking like you’re at kindergarten
While we get up on stage and get the apocalypse starting

[Verse 2: coinslots]
Come take me back
Splatter all my brains out on this track
I’m spreading grey matter how the latter count stacks
On this ladder of this scattered fucking talent
Fuck a rap?
I got too much time
You’re sitting here trying to make everything rhyme
The way that you talk online should be a crime
You're not a prince, you're not sublime
I’m waiting for the ratings
This rap game that you're not saving
All your fans that you're enslaving
To this shit you’re implicating
Give a fuck bout what you making
Stealing straight never creating
Wish I wasn’t fucking hating
But you’re making it excruciating