[Verse 1: ILL BILL]:
Haha!
My mind’s like, coke and vodka mixed with post-apocalyptic soldiers armed with pistols
You don’t want the smoke, rollie, mind your business
Hits from the Bong, Cypress and the homies there
OG like Steven Seagal with the ponytail
Swords at award shows, warlords at the gun shows
Guns at the drug shows, me at all of the above shows
Whispers of whistling apparitions
Decapitated black cats and pigeons
Now there’s rats inside your kitchen!
Roaches in your microwave oven, they love it
The way you smother assortеd bugs
All up in your bed sheets and covers
Disgusting and mortifying
The thought of dying, somеrsaults across your mind
Then belly flop dives off the slide
For generation of money goons that drink Sunny Dew's
And still have a shootout right here in front of you’s!
Collect pistols like matching Polo hats
Each one a different color with a matching scope attached!

[Chorus: Lord Goat]:
Blood Tsunami, East Coast Mexican, twenty alibis
Camouflaged, with super surveillance, forever televised
Newest spots, two box murders movin' with two Glocks
Pig Champion from New LOX filled up a shoe box
Gore’s head, cape with the arm, I’m up in two spots
Supercoven, zoot suits, Gino’s and tube socks
[Interlude: Charles Manson]:
Piece of shit, you dig what I'm sayin'? If this is where Abaraxus comes in, if they didn't have the love to do it then who the fuck could?

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]:
I never knew what destiny was
Never thought I'd get close to win every buzz
Now I see what being my own enemy does
Shit he gotta be for broke I hit with the slugs
This is real life, I don't give a fuck about this rap shit
Looking for the truth while I'm swimmin' in the acid
Never found the answer, but I enjoy the transit
Anything to get out of a world that's made of plastic!
I'm out of place 'cause that's what I chose
I see they finally tipped the scale with sheep in designer clothes
I never, follow the leader because I'd be walkin' in circles
Grown men sippin' medicine enslaved in purple
They gangbang the Hangman
Colors with the Pac-Man
A gender in my area that hurt the brown and black man
Now the prisons are filled with half of my block
Then blur the line between the truth of pussy and cock, it's crazy!

[Chorus: Lord Goat]:
Blood Tsunami, East Coast Mexican, twenty alibis
Camouflaged, with super surveillance, forever televised
Newest spots, two box murders movin' with two Glocks
Pig Champion from New LOX filled up a shoe box
Gore’s head, cape with the arm, I’m up in two spots
Supercoven, zoot suits, Gino’s and tube socks
[Outro: Charles Manson]:
I respect that same asshole and I'm down with him everyday, that's Abaraxus, man!
We roll on-we be rollin' hard since you come on the chair, tell 'em [?] fuck you you son of a bitch, don't you shit and piss in his face, you dig what I'm sayin'?
Knock him down, then he comes back and feeds me with it, and let's me live, and when he let's me live, then I look back at him and I say "well haha, you know, you know it's not so bad after all if you let me live, so now I have to let you live!"