[Verse 1: Mildred]
Beef with these krill looking fools, one verse could kill
Surf n Turf, hit em with the grill, suppose its overkill
Like a Cherry Bomb I needa blow up, why else would I exist
Capitalise on a moment like a Tyler tracklist
It’s hard to find foes in this wasteland who ain’t soft
Learnt murder itself from the book of Eli Roth
And you ain’t fooling no one with that piece
LeBron proved that even the greatest can’t pack a heat
Shape up to me, finesse of Dr Octagon
Circle thinks outside the square, that’s optimum
Buy alcohol at prison, dropping lines, the ultimate bar?
Get beat up with RZA and dump your remains in the reservoir
I’m influential like Captain Morgan Freeman with my pen
But then again, is it right to captain free men?
Sure, I can make the corniest lines ever said
Like I knows he mouths off, when he’s ahead

[Verse 2: Mildred]
Hip-hop’s deceased, well there’s flip-flops on his feet?
Sir I don’t understand this shit talk you speak
What I’m saying is, don’t let one product ruin the whole style
It’s good to be versatile, or all-sorted like old files
Ehh, I suppose I’m attempting to make a play on words
Flay to test their pain threshold, verbal blade unheard
Once this eight sinks in, Millz achieves victory
And escapes the thrills of failure, you still believe in this delivery