[Intro: Sample]
Call your doctor if you have high fever, stiff muscles and confusion to address a possible life-threatening condition. Or if you have uncontrollable muscle movements, as these can become permanent

[Verse 1: Mossback, Sleuth]
Ayy, ayy, a—a—a, ayy
I'm so sick of everyone in my life
If I died tonight, only the Dalai Lama will cry
You should bide your time
Hoping to fall to the side
Saying, “He shone so bright, yeah, we was boys pre-hype”
But check it out
My only real friends wear white over the suit and tie
Jump off the deep end with a 12 gauge and a .45
Subconscious beatdown while I tweak out on the pistol sight
You don't need real friends when you're always talking to the sky

[Verse 2: Sleuth]
You got too greedy and took a risk that just wasn’t worth it
I walk too freely around with tools I stole from a surgeon
Better be sure in your assertion to liquidate persons
Once I make contact, sign that clean up contract
Nobody can stop it for certain
Fatal gravity current, nasal cavity vermin
Gonna consume all of the powder caked on your Burtons
Got a little bit of gutter green
With a surplus of all-purpose Mr. Clean in my Thermos
Fleece all the poppy seeds off your person
Never gonna float your boat, but I’ll burn it
[Verse 3: Bruxism]
Doctor, doctor, gimme the prescription
I’m trying to turn my morals blurry like my vision
Fuck the facts, I got fiction in my system
Take it over like a riot in a prison
Bitch, I’m out like my brain’s playing taps
Fuck a plan, only tactic is I gotta stay intact
I—I—I—I'm only half a man left, lizard brain loose
And I got seven seconds left 'til that thought loops

[Verse 4: Mossback]
Someone please explain why living in a van is so appealing to me
I got no reason to be sinking in the Dead Sea
I got it so easy, so simple
Fill my vehicle with piss and needles
Pit it out, set it on fire
Tenty church and tarpy steeple
Ayy, ayy!
The freest agent in the West
You ain't seen me at my best
If you living, it’s a test
Oh no, I got the generator plugged into my chest
Snorting Prana through a trash bag
Swimming in my nest

[Verse 5: Sleuth]
Lawyer, lawyer, give me the deposition
I’m gonna kick that door in the court and be so suspicious on the floor
Why don’t I just solve all your cases?
Spare forensics from the gore
Drank a whole bottle of Luminol
Following putrification to the source
Work for the firm Johnnie Cochran
Oh yes, I do
Pain pools in every section
Pulp of the framed fools
Falling like satellites
Every person in Gotham spilling their brain jewels
Father of five
Killed the kids and the love of his life too