[Verse] Skits Vicious
Aight, listen
Ayo, I'm sick of all these bitches and these hypocrites
Whisper in my ear but I ain't listenin'
I sing a song of sickness, pocket full of pony packs
The angel gave me dust and now I've killed my homies only cat
I'm the stoner with the devil on his shoulder
The loner with the lead up in the locker, let a alone
Liability that's laying dormant
While you crying and spill the beans, I dwell the cellar like a Roaden
This life will be the death of me, I don't know what's next
Sever shots of hennessy, my memory's a mess
The highs, the lows, the voice at war
The birds, the bees, the boy next door
Fuck 'em

[Verse 2] Jay Reaper
I'm like a motherfucking cobra
I straight spit in your face, your game over
Straight living sedated, no way sober
Straight demon, I'm meaning, I played hover
Yeah, the devil got my back, bitch
Cause when I spit in your face you taste acid
These n***as friable the way I stay classic
See me fiddle with babes, you stay faggot
And I had it
N***as in my faction, packin' automatics
Leaving n***as static in motherfucking caskets
I roll with the bold, had the bastards
Shittin' on your place with a passion, for rappin'
Yah