[Blizz from Juice Intro]:
- Why would you be involved in a drive-by shooting, what would cause you to uh, to wanna-to wanna drive-by and-and fire at somebody?
- Ahh well, say for instance one of my homeboys gettin' killed, while I’m gettin' shot up, just retaliation
- Is it easy to pull the trigger on somebody?
- Yeah, that's easy, you just shoot and ride by, you know what I’m sayin', vrooom

[Tummler Intro]:
A secret, I-I cannot stand what the FUCK is wrong with people

[Verse 1: Puppet the Grimey]:
Trying, all that's left of me, boil the stones
Foil in smoke, oil in Coke Diet, timе is recipe
Follow the codе, Supercoven, hail to the Goat
Fish scale in my nose, blood covered galaxy phones
Mason hand signs for the foam like Phil Schneider, titties on swole
Pill biters, who live and kill by it
Livin' still violent, livin' off pill vials, opiate rap
Dope in yo' tracks, never know when we strapped
Kill and show us we blow coke in the bag, sociopaths
Creeps we overcharge you for packs
Rockin' low, smash your face out like pumpkins in bed
Behold the Pale Horse in waxed, stamped bundles at 10
Something I said? Overreact, boost my fortune
Fentanyl patch smokin', morphine, get off me
Endorsed by coffins, Boar’s Head in Coneheads
Released endorphins, send Björk fans to hit your door hinge
Bloody horse heads, carvin’ X's in our foreheads, it’s morbid
Trapped inside a painting, it's torture
[Tummler Interlude]:

[?], they-they sit around and all they do is fuckin' hate myself, you stupid fucker [?], they're fuckers [?]

[Verse 2: Gore Elohim]:
Tapeworm, my point seven's calm nutrition, Explorer Edition
My bags hit fiends, they never stop twitchin'
Killer Mitch with Sammy the Bull snitchin’, turn you to Antipus
I pull you the morgues to your maggots
I'm in the Range Rover like Sabbath
Limo tints, no cameras
Amateurs we spike the punch with acid, we black magic for Satan
All sixes in large amounts got me plannin' vacations
You ain't got work, I'm in Panama stuffin' the dirty mattresses
We get it in, whether that Mayweather with cannabis
Ask for me, I'm 58th Ralph from Farragut
Desi Arnaz, .357 the Desert Coast
Got me alone in the stove, cookin' the project's lunch
No cold cuts for a slut, just goat semen in cups
Beepers and rope chains, cocaine in my cuffs is enough

[Tummler Outro]:
Then, they-they-they-they sit there, in their-in their pretend their lives, in their-in their homes

[Blizz from Juice Outro]:
Well I also carry a machete, .38 snub-nose
.22, a .25 automatic