[Verse 1: Lil Sknow]
Off my head I’m off my meds
Lost in the depth of nah it can’t be said
Coz shardy heads they want bars instead
So I’m calm as death coming for the masters neck
Got gats then pull it stakes outs in bushes
Don’t act like we wouldn’t and stop bashing up your cushions
Get crack like wood fuck the bags of choof
I want bands so I’m breaking down grams of boobs
Stop lacking ya faggot every time that you could’ve you hadn’t
I guess that proves you’re a maggot I smoke blueberry cabbage
I ain’t new to the language my dudes’ll do you for damage
And a couple of Q’s in the package more than the average
Kickin’ back with Spanian if you’re rude you get left in the canyon
The drama is savage but it has to happen I mean it’s pretty tragic in fact
I’d rather be smokin’ cones in the back of the flats than tryna
Cope with my own soul digging’ my own hole I thought shit was picture perfect but that don’t help
No that don’t help I thought shit was picture perfect but that don’t help

[Verse 2: Virgil’s Devil]
Pull a knife I go berserk toy Martin Bryant put em in the dirt boy
Online shoppin’ for the dope wrap in foil no easter though
Cracks in it like pizza dough kill yourself fuck Beyond Blue
Wait and fuck the dogs to shoot up the RSPCA
Melbourne city is my grave window shoppin’ at a gun store
Tell me I should cut more fall asleep to the Ironlak
Work so hard sleep pattern not intact shoot kunts
Like I’m Cole Bennett shit kunts they won't get it
TN’s grayer than a dead face meetin’ rappers with the bare face
Stop bein’ a faggot or you dead meat fuck your bullet proof vest wait
Can you get yourself a new head mate? drop a bitch off she was dead weight
Her head ain't worth the head ache two shots hot like barista fire
For you crack heads livin’ life on The Wire you kickin’ rhymes you a liar
Top off like I'm Budd Dwyer My bud start a bush fire
Devil start to push by ya you rappers fruity papaya
Get the fuck out my genre
Or you in Edwards Lake And I spit like a monster
[Verse 3: Spanian SYD]
The evaluation: a psychotic attitude and bad background
I remember the first time that I got hit and I backed down
It ate me up inside for like a week until I sat down
Made a pact to just attack so it’s natural for me to snap now
I was the kid you only seen between boys homes and therapy
I was the kid that Pearl Jam sang about in Jeremy
The difference between your dislikes and hate for your enemy
The same entity, what the snakes stay mistakin’ as empathy
I pay homage to all of the voices and all that is said
It’s my choices, I see monsters I see all that is dead
(ALLAHU AKBAR) I saw on your neck I’ma fall on my meds
He lay me in the guillotine boy, I go off with my head
I uphold the old scrolls, the foretold soul controller, bipolar
Cold voted it, stole the soul out of soldiers
Face it, baiting hatreds contagious and painful and dangerous
It take it in wages, I pray full of rage coz I came from the cages
And I don’t pay for these fucking sluts, times are tough
I’ve been in so many battles, my knifes getting blunt
And I’ve never been touched, it was easy
When I cocked the 50, your crew was singing out for treaty like Yofu Yindi
It’s simple, though I get the feeling you’re signalling Triple 0, it’s not an issue
Hit or miss, I’m increasing the pistols blow
Little by little, the things that I scribble sink into riddles
I form ballistic missiles, stickin’ up middle fingers wit’ Lil Sknow
And in my spare thoughts I tear whores and wreck jaws
I just sit there, with the piece on me like chess boards
Fuck this Instagram rappin’, I should be on Best Gore
And I’m known for puttin’ dogs on show like a pet store