[Verse 1: Ascetic (As Trey)]
As I write down these lyrics, flows and rhymes they appear as
Figments of a demon helping me with a clearance
Writing heals and hurts, leaves scars under your shirt
And love can be a flirt, a bitch who loves to fuckin' squirt
But you gotta understand, people know who I am
I write some stupid shit, and they think that I'm going ham
Most of my shit sucks, and you guys are easily impressed
And I dont give a fuck, I just want a bitch to get undressed
ZEN is not done yet, a lot to come I bet
Guaranteein' that we're the best is an understatement
Contemplatin on the constapating rhymes
That I've been demonstratin' for all the bitches I've been penetratin'
Nightmare and Bothered want a turn (They want a turn)
I won't flush them down like a fuckin' group of turds, no
Im alright at what I do, ya heard?
You guys are what's in store for us, and with that move on to the trippy chorus

[Hook: Nightmare]
And now all of us strive once we acquired ZEN life
Smoke sour diesel grow our power peaceful we'll be alright

[Verse 2: Bothered]
Never dealt, with how to properly express myself
Then Both' came a'knockin', froliced often once I let him out
Not so gentle shouts, spoutin from my mental's mouth
Messed up cabbage like sauerkraut, fermented and doured but I'm better now
But before ZEN gang, Tages was a torn up stray
And Mama Wafs allowed him to stay in the loft throughout the pouring rain
During those gray days evil impressions wrecked the Lord's name in vain
No longer feeble, I ripped my cerebral cortex straight out my brain
Turned to drugs, burnt my lungs
Hurt enough when I heard the words blurted from my disturbed mum
Only kept that shit within, won't let it sink in
Lonely, I tuned to poon and booze when at my brinks end
But when it comes to Erica, my one love I swear it's her
But as the river, perhaps I'll quiver in denial 'til my hysterics done
Said, he ain't got a problem, lead to believe he's stocked with lots of 'em
Yet once the emotions caught up, dead eyed Both's already 'bout to off 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nightmare]
Some people think I'm happy, when I start rapping sappy
But feelings are crappy, and happy ends up backstabbing
Right through that Golf shirt, man as blood stains the orange
I pry my cries and use the tears to paint this fuckin' portrait
I'm just an extortion from mother's failured abortion
Faking a smile on my face like life isn't a torture
Sometimes I get depressed, I don't know what to do
Heres another, I guess, yeah it's another track for you
I feel like I'm the best, me and demons in my head
They like to play with me like I'm some sorrowful toy in a chest
If only I was blessed, after a sudden compression of the chest
It's time to go ach-oo and then achieve I guess
If you don't believe it yet, wait 'til I drop Z.E.N and bet
Your best fucking bet that it's the greatest thing that you've heard yet
And I'm not talking shit, I'm just a tarnished kid
Success and happiness is Nightmare's distant and only wish
I'm just a lonely fish swimming in a sea of shrimp
While these bottom feeders look at me as if I'm some big pimp
But really I just simp, sip on vodka and shit
I don't really drink but I guess this is some special occasion
High on vacation, mind is a decaying mist
Mind you all I wrote this sober, so don't start playing shit
I'll get to spraying shit, now it's raining bullets
I go ballistic and start convincing fans I'm some satanist
And now I pray for this label to be dismissed
But school is still in session, it's impressive I'm still in this shit
Me and professor schiz meet up and start hearing shit
I think it's the voices of all the bitches now on my dick
But before I recorded, back when I was...
All these bitches wanted nothing to do with this ugly kid
Semifamous I guess, even though I'm barely noticed
I rarely stroke it, mostly poke it, move onto the next bitch
That line was off pitch but it was still good, bitch
I came out of the hood doing good, man, I wanna make six figs
When will I align gigs? Maybe when I fly with pigs
High up in the sky, loops through hoops just for shits and gigs
Some think I'm a demon because I dont believe in shit
Sorry God and Jesus but those pieces just don't really fit
Lyrics so hellish, demeanor so devilish
Now I'm the devilfish in this fucked up world of predicaments
Never trust a bitch, because once you fuck the bitch
You come to realize jumping quick can make you fuckin' sick
This verse is long as shit, my point to make has been said
Never think with your body even when you've lost your fucking head
Just go to bed