[Intro]
Yo

[Verse 1]
Slightly unhinged, might have run thin with my patience
I might have plunged in to the basin
I might have sung hymns and replaced them with bad words
Maybe a false prophet, crazy with bad nerves
Maybe a failed rapper, maybe a legend
Maybe on the up or maybe caught up in the dirt and
Possibly a stoner, probably a loner
Oh you think you’re slick? How much property you own, bruv?
I own none, but still I write my own stuff
Who just farted in this mic booth? C’mon, own up (uh, sorry, man)
Acted less grown up ever since I grown up
Hate has got a blank face, dicks, but with no nuts
Random phrase, random images, nonsense
Putting in time on top of time like Bronson
A pharaoh like Monch is, he’s monstrous, I’m unconscious
On the floor, better hand it over to our sponsors

[Verse 2]
If you got money and a good type of job
Come and buy these clothes that make you look like a nob (“ooh.”)
Buy this perfume, it will make you fucking stink
Buy this TV that controls the way you think (“wow.”)
Then buy this Verb T album, it is fucking great (“okay.”)
Illinformed on the beats in this fucking place (“cool.”)
Enjoy your [?] some weed, beer, or just some food (“yeah.”)
When you’re home chilling or if you got shit to do
[Background 16x]
Just buy it

[Outro: Skit]
Kid: Hey Mom, can I buy the Verb T album?
Mom: No
Kid: Aw, why not?
Mom: ‘Cause he’s a fucking wanker
Kid: But Illinformed made all the beats
Mom: I don’t care. He’s a wanker, too. Verb T and Illinformed are both wankers
Kid: Fuck you, Mom
*cocks gun*
Mom: What did you just say?
Kid: Ow, Mom, you just fucking shot me