[Verse 1: Broke Dyl]

Stupid Motherfucker

Gripping four four magnums
And dropping acid, cigarette ashes, yeah
All I hear is static, car crashes, engulfed in flames
Yeah that shit so tragic
I make magic
Living lavish and ride the gravel
As I kick push my board time travel
As my lyrics unravel, I kill a beat until I hear the judge's gavel
Give me a sentence to life in prison
I'm so relentless
You feeling senseless
After I drop 6 sense on the counter
And walk out with 56 inches
Of flat-screen, HD
That's the 1080 pixel
My shit just riddles you
Drop a couple hits, I'm hearing giggles
In the bus with Mrs. Frizzle
Boy

[Hook: Broke Dyl & Pluto]
Inhale that smoke, inhale that smoke
Get faded
Pop a pill, pop a pill
Can you take it?
Feel that Xan, feel that xan
Got me spacing
Hop in that whip, hop in that whip
Now we racing

[Verse 2: Pluto]

Its the Pluto dude
Smoke escaping out that grody sploof
Woozy groupies slurping up some noodle soup
I'm a thousand and one percent through with getting slept on
Concrete wept on when you eating this weap-on
Bong got me laughing as if i'm Vince Vaughn
Wheeze and cough
I understand my shit is too strong for the average bear
Jealous pulling out your hair, but life isn't fair
You should've known that already
I've been ready and able to drop heavy Neti Pot flow
Asking where pac go and also
I'm right here bitch
Bending over hoes as much as people die in folk homes
Poaching roaches on my lonesome
It's the woke poetic potent
Named Pluto