[Intro: Acumental]
Now, listen (Bullshit!)
Yeah, no, I hear a lot of requests
But we're not gonna play bullshit

[Verse 1: ProbCause]
Yeah, Prob C, you know the recipe
I get down and dirty, never down and out, you dig?
No need for word of mouth
Turn them out, I'll synth these horns
And show them what it's all about
Talking bullshit, call you out
Had a couple falling outs
Probably for the better, leave 'em bitter 'cause I'm balling out
Bonafide, smoking rye
Put my flow in overdrive
Take the scenic route 'cause if I don't I'll fall asleep behind
The wheel and I'm feeling drowsy
The sky's a little cloudy
It'll clear up, cheer up, rear up now
So stop with all the doubting
Rerouting and go to the top of the mountain
The scenery make my pen flow like a fountain
And I really wanna take that trip but I rode too long
Just gotta pass through
And at the end of the day I'm making my way, it ain't nothin' new
Uh, but no GPS
I'm underfunded and dysfunctional like CPS
Despite the forks in this road, chill, we be blessed
'Cause any time I overheat the beats relieve stress
So I'm chillin'
[Verse 2: Acumental]
Check it out
Yo, I'm like Anton Chigurh, I'll pop your lock with a bolt pistol
Ac is a rogue missile
Bad to the bone tissue
It's Bill and Ted meets the Living Dead, I'm pestilent
You test me and I'll slip the head of Mr. Ed up in your bed
Mafioso, wilin' as I rock the rowboat
Smiling with a Budweiser and a shot of SoCo
Soar past in a luchador mask
Play flugelhorn brass, knuckles whooping your ass
You could find Ac huffing glue before class
I'm a certified member of the uniformed staff
It's the fatuous hooligan, acting a fool with it
Leaving young bloods laying on their backs in a pool of it, uh
Ac is a lunatic, I prove it on the regular
Maneuver through communities
Stupify the neighborhood, yeah
I'm Daryl Dixon with the arrow, bitch
A parasitic pharaoh spitting diction more sadistic than DeNiro flicks
Keep serpentining to the words I'm rhyming
Ac is manifested perfect timing
As galactic as the Earth's alignment
Feels like I'm trapped on a deserted island rationing my herb supply
And laughing as I grapple with the burning climate
An active carcinogen, rambling gibberish
Term and Ac surpassing the limit
Yo, that's how we're living it
We on fire like Pryor with the passion of Kinison
P Squares, ProbCause stay attacking you simpletons
[Verse 3: Terminal Knowledge]
I gargle water at its boiling point, gargle motor oil
Got the heart of a soldier marching on foreign soil
Hardly the poster boy of metaphysical poets
I just need a mental image to focus
Avoiding self-discipline, toy with a felt tip pen
'Til hell's risen then delve into it
Toll to the bells, hear them ringing
And the burnt sulfur and flesh
Is more than reminiscent of the smells in my kitchen
Told 'em, "Teach, I don't work at home unless the beat bellows"
Word is born, Turkish Gold turn my teeth yellow
See from the street level, scream like a tea kettle
Appreciate it, but I'ma need y'all to keep mellow
Then I make 'em shout loud as it can be
Take the stage, put the crowd in a frenzy
A wandering gypsy
Cough out clouds like a chimney
Playing kowtow 'til you're whimsy
Go ahead, keep fucking with me
I'm Bob Brown and you Whitney, pow pow to the kidneys
Got a compound in the windy, bow to the city
Migrate downtown in a jiffy
Jamming like a bottleneck, Agkistrodon copperhead
Spit venom, leave the mic stand soppin' wet
One second you're alive, rotten flesh the next
Locked in a box with a hollow chest
I'm blessed to be alive, to be a corpse
It's Prob C and the Ordinary Dogs, y'all
Palmer Squares in the motherfucking place to be