[Verse 1: Nightmare]
Oh this the cypher? Guess I gotta go in
Shawn you gotta show up all of yo' kids
Treat the beat like it be a sheik and kill it
Keep your feet beating, keep the kia rio speeding
I run this shit tough, I snuffed the shit up
Codeine in my cup, coke fiends coming up
Wrote mean words and bluffed, my speech is muffled up
The leeches sucking up my team, just pluck 'em up
Drop 'em in the street and tell em toughen up
But if you're tough enough to come abrupt
In the group and be a son of us
But are you son enough to be one of us?
Dont flock with us, if you can't rock with us
The pompous studs with awesome cuffs
The socks are tucked in jawdon dunks
Our cocks are fluffed with daughter's muff
Busting out our seams, too much cussing
Know it seems abrubt, hussies on the scene with butts
Fiending for the D of us, our seeds and love
Deceive enough, the Z is what?
Believe it's us

[Verse 2: Ascetic (As Trey)]
Z.E.N.U.W.A.F.U
Z.E.N.U, what the fuck it is to you?
Cause it seems to me, that you're a loon
A fucking bafoon, go get your self caught in a ZENsoon
How you gonna go on with ya life not realizing that ZEN is life
Fuckin' 'round with bitches, right
Throwin away my gay ass plights
Now my shit's gettin' tight
Gotta fight for my spot on the mic
Going crazy in the lime light, dancing like a snakes about to strike my ankles
I got a nice bangle on my waistline
Bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? I'm not wasting time
In fact I'm doing just fine
Mind the capacity you see isn't the fullest as it seems
Chill with the team, get dazed in a daydream
Uh, you know how it's going down
ZEN boys 'bout to hit the motherfuckin' town in a whip that's all painted brown
That's a Rolls Royce, shit's lookin' mint, shit's lookin' noice
Shit's lookin toight as a motherfucking tiger
Do I wanna bitch? Yeah sure?
Keep her for a while and please her? Yes sir
Don't gotta pretend with ZEN
We're the coolest egg from the hen
In the chicken coop, your bitch looks like Meryl Stroop
Looks like she's taking a poop 24/7
Stop by 7/11 to get some lemon
Flavored blunt wraps
Smoke a chap and thats a wrap, ZEN gang is where it's at
[Verse 3: BOTHERED]
This epidemically medically headed gent is retchin' impeccably aggressive specks with intent
Of presenting my dementia, chew through the placenta just to get to the end of my sane ropes
At the end of the main road there ain't no rainbows
Take the monochromatic back alley and shove my plain old lifestyle down your shaved throat
Seems it's the diced pair Trey and BOTHERED that give nightmares like tainted blotter
Gettin' icy stares from slightly scared toddlers lodged with anus thermometers
That's a euphemism roostin' little babies that got butthurt
Like I didn't use enough lubricant and the booty was a bit rough on the rubber
Bouncin' em off of me and Shawn stuck it all to you like glue, son
Got some fuckin' problems go solve 'em or call Houston
Honestly don't wanna hear ya lips flap with the blabberin'
Won't keep findin' peace of mind until I stab the dagger in
And even then when ya screamin' ends odds are I won't be feelin' content
Cause evil seeps into the cerebral stem whether you're peaceful peeps or the team of ZEN
Them fag regals spend time sudsy in the bath cleanin' when
Im muddy, bloody and detached like trenches or flashbacks from Iwo Jima men
The cash I illegally spent was enough to pronounce me legally dead
Promise you fuckers you won't be too astounded when seein' me again