[Verse 1: Viktor Vaughn (MF DOOM)] Vik, the wild islander, bringing out the child in ya Singing out the silencer with more violence than Heil Hitler He get some looks, some bullshit, a dusty pullover and a Pulitzer A musty, busted, crusted subwoofer system Foes is just bluffing, clear your nose from huff puffin' A glutton for bludgeoning and blood gushing, here you go, stud muffin It’s nothing, get it on the get by Bet it on a dead guy, jet it on the red eye Too many make mistake fillers, not enough live wires Too many fake killers, and jive sires Dropped his bombs on critic from a grass knoll Everybody got one, your moms is an asshole S.O.B. and smug to the utmost Cut it close and catch a slug to the gut boss, word to Thutmose Whats worse, clutch your purse close lady We get more cheese bred for the baby, toast to Grady, one-eighty
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm in the cut looking for some puss to pick apart Dirty like us riding in the whip that really isn't ours Storming out the door, don't press record, I hate my fucking voice Trying to kill that noise, performing fill that void slightly I'm swimming in water that's been dicy since landing And I'm owing these niggas nothing Like all that I've been handed for free, don't pan your cameras to me Ho, don't command me to speak Got these little niggas swinging from the banister, on Fax in his Pajamas Walking slow because the camels keeping stamina weak And you could catch him like some halibut after a bad accident Trying to get jaw-jacked right where the catheter peeks out Villain, Earl, and Captain in command of your street now Rapping good as motherfucking janitors sweep now Getting business handled, get the cannabis cheap now It's a bunch of nuggets on him like it's sand on a beach towel
[Verse 3: Captain Murphy] Captain's back (yay!), so go on put your mic away (Where?) Inside a microwave (oh) When I die, I bet you Michael wave (tee-hee) We blowing bubbles at the pearly gates Took a selfie with the king but only see my face I’m writing darker pieces in my thesis I’m hiding in the park with all your nieces Trading head for Reeses Pieces And attacking niggas' verses with this book of witches curses I cast a spell upon your bitches but my thirst is for the hearses I’m spilling out my innards To these n-words, journey inwards Caught her quarter past the moment [?] of past opponents In a fragment of a moment man I killed that rap then owned it Hope to overtake the planet, with my banana in a hammock Bitch manic parents panic I’m a mechanic with these patterns Propagandic with that chatter, matter of fact the Mad Hatter Never mind the hammer, manners out the window Pump crescendo, puff the endo, I’m Lou Ferrigno Just prentendo, don’t ask him where the pen go Cause the pencil got me paper paid made them paint her With the mask and faded sweatshirts, but nothing lesser Bet you’ll never ever guesser what i left under the dresser Hid a message in the 808 just to pester all the Heshers