[Villa]
City Slicker, chevy with no city sticker
Breathalyzer in the dash, we won't get drunk quicker
Cheap liquor, bottom shelf sipper
Plotting with the killers, finding ways on how to get richer
Getting sick of being a broke n***a
Got to hit the licks and take these wealthy folks figures, like Rah Digga
You know what I want
That's the cash, cars, and ice we all know that you flaunt
I know what you want. That's pulled triggas, you soft as tissue
Duck tape your face, hit the lick nobody miss ya
Child of September, birth from Chicago winters
Cold as ice flow, don't let that frost bite hit ya
Rhymes on guerrillas, spliff it like cigarillas
Wishing for a steak while y'all beans with tortillas
ADHDrilla, I hope they all remember the devil in the flesh and his last name Villa

[Mikey Fabes]
You're just a passenger, what you really think would happen?
Listen to the man in the mother fucking Captain's cabin
That's where I'm relaxing, please keep your seat belt fastened
And I'll be sure to notify you when the craft is landing
Single file line, marching through the halls of the asylum
Into your assigned room, where you'll find two sticks inside rock chalk
On the floor, with a note that says create your own freedom beside them
I'm not the type to get hysterical, I'm more of a manic
Wreak havoc, for you to Instagram it
Overreacting to my actions, just what you'd imagine when ADHD is the faction to be in
Please keep in mind that its gonna take some time as we drive to out new destination
With little hesitation from minor complications
Deciding the location for permanent vacation
It seems no one cares, from the bottom of the stairs
One mystery gets solved and a new one appears
Detective isn't here so we'll nip it in the rear
And when the air finally clears, Mikey Fabes just disappeared
[Jinerik]
Paired myself with a pair of Paris Hilton parasites
With pear shaped asses, raising up the Fahrenheit
Yes the hype is real, Jinny J's the type to kill
Anyone that speaks ill of my skill, and yes I will
I'm living in a cornucopia of Anna Kournikovas doing copious amounts of opiates
You can't touch my style, nor my associates
ADHD over your favorite rapper don't matter how dope he is
I eat you rappers up and cough you up
Chop you up and leave you with Jimmy Hoffa jacking off the Latvia Mafia
I'm mind boggling, here's a box cutter wrote down your wrists and die like the hair on Dennis Rodman noggin
Who am I to be so absurd?
I douched up this verse just to prove that I'm above the curve
I'm crude, fuck your nerves. Striking em down with all my might. The mighty cock of Jinny J coming for The Donalds wife

[Doc Initials]
Yeah I just got here right now, fresh right here like 30 seconds ago
You ready, alright let's get it
Yo
Hold up hold up. cut the beat, cut the beat