[Bridge: Demetrius Capone & Julius Luciano]
We comin straight ill, without a great deal
So n***as appreciate the free display of great skills
If this was the NBA then I would be in the game Phil
This ain't a fake orgasm, nah I came real
I got them Drake skills but on some G shit
I got them Jay skills but on some COB shit
I got them 'YE skills but on some W E shit
To the ST now let's see what he spit

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
I live backwards, I'm evil
Mother fucker believe you, me D, is lethal
Turn evil around and now if you can read
You can see that I'm live, surprise I'm fend to creep
You live without the V, we don't believe you
Your skill is a lie so I'm coming to reap you
Aye okay F the V now that's life
Nah that spells death when I posses the mic
Listen I switch it
I'm ruining you and your crew when I'm spewing this sewage
Who is this foolish and who is this stupid and goonish
It's D, been chewing n***as since a truant n***a
Spitting fluid fluently, subduing a slew of n***as
Spit despicable, sick and wicked rituals
Eating bitches like clits, chicks get a licking too
N***a the flu sick as who?
If it's you that's the sickest, I sicken you
If your different your sniffing glue
[Verse 2: Dice Dinero]
Y'all mother fuckers still breathin, you ought to be thankful
I'll raise my arms up to you as if I'm trying to embrace you
But I'm trying to erase you, I'm trying to deface you
Trying to see how many shots can go inside of your facial
My flow is ingenious, every bar is brilliant
Call it complex like an apartment building
Guard your children the gunner's on the loose
Act up I'll put them fuckers on the news
Act up I'll throw your cousin from the roof
Put your lover on my tool
Have you awake from the slumber until your mother's in the noose
Who fuckin with the U, there's no clique that's sicker
N***a play camera man and get the picture
This is the COB we skate with them ratchets
None of them is stingy we may let you have it
Either give us cake or get placed in the baggage
Your choice, choose n***a, paper or plastic

[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
Check it my flow is infected, I need to get it tested
No question when wreckin I get in more pussies than erections
As street as intersections, ruder than interjecting
And when the weapon pops squares will fall as if this is Tetris
My aim as quick as an instant message
Hit you in seconds, with Wessons, in Tex(as) I'm Pistol Pete
We raisin the bar, like we bench pressin
Cause we sick as inscesting, men sexing when pressing pen in sheets
I'm a loony goon, unruly, a mooley whom
Move with the shoe platoon, act stupid my tooley boom
Once I draw it and shoot it as if I'm filming Looney Toons
My shots fly for miles I could put a bullet through the moon
Like I got them in awe I'm leaving them breathless
I'm on some rockin your necklace after poppin my tec shit
Like driving over a cliff, I'm on some ride to the death shit
That pulling your head back 'til your spine pop through your neck shit
Who want to mix and mingle with the sick and twisted Siegel
I'm mister lethal, I'll leave with Noel like a Christmas jingle
My spittin's evil, people know that I got a gift like Kringle
So it's easy to get chicks to blow me like a vicious single
Keep metal on me call me man of steel, I'm Superman
Bring tools to your apartment as if I'm your super (man)
Hit you when I spark it
Have your body fat from your physical to your carpet
That's my way of moving grams
Even if your holding toasters, don't approach us
Or get fucked up like you on mimosas, no longer sober
We present nooses to losers, that's how we show the ropes to
Pricks who's tryin to be hard, even though we know they chocha
Ryder like Winona, I'll explode my toasters
Once I raise my arms as if I'm on a coaster, roller
I roll up, In a Rover, and get out of Range
Watch how quick these n***as get out of range
Cause they know I keep steel (still) like I'm taking pictures
I'm sicker than taking flicks of your naked sister, I'm baby Hitler
Test me and get wasted like you drunk a case of liquor
But I told you like sculptors we all about making figures
Fuck the fame, to me the fame don't appeal
Don't think we will get change? Then your brain's on some pills
We're here to change the game, the game's gonna kill
Just leave it to us as if our name's on your will
And I ain't tryin to hear the weird shit you queers spit
I'll punch you while your rapping on some studio engineer shit
Only way to not know I'm deaf is if you can't hear shit