That's lights, camera, main attraction
These motherfuckin rappers take evasive action
My brain's detached grim, plus I came with masked men
So class you only see my name in past tense

Yo, we're drinking old fashions stinking bowl passin
Chill homie, whatever you're thinkin, don't ask him
He wouldn't listen so I slapped him into Saturday
Lip synchin pseudo rappers paying cash to play

I have to say that we rap in an attractive way
Son Daddy, Mack, Obeah back in the A
We snappin away, the wordplay's attacking your brain
Pass through the veins
This dope got you scrathin your face

You can't get a taste
You punks are lacking obedience
You don't have to agree with this, but we have what you need to get
Like fine wine, my rhyme's like a glass of some demon piss
Hot flame, octane
We're the last of a breed of pits

They're actors, comedians
It's not supposed to be a joke
I'm not believing all these garbage flows that people quote
You're hangin on my words, don't even need a rope
Shit's bananas, your sandwich could never be as dope

I need a dose of beats before I go to sleep at night
That's right, we're mutant ninjas holding the mic like a pizza slice
Hands golden and spiked like a freezer fight
I seem to write the shit that people like, plus my speech is tight

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ain't no comparison, competition embarrass 'em
I just sit there and stare at them
Then I flip, throw a chair at 'em

While I'm sippin a Terrapin 'cause my click is the garrison
And your kid's gettin scared of him
Your girl trip down the stairs again

Sit down Americans, prepare for the terrorists
Go share with your therapists and your arrogant parents bitch

We're derelicts and heretics shittin on your heritage
And even confederate veterans knew it was perilous

Experiments
Watch me tear to bits what you prepare in scripts
So, when you hear me spit your tears will drip and then you'll barely blip

On some scary shit, so if there's beef, then bury it
Think you could fuck with the squad?
Ha! That's hilarious