It's the rap game stallion They call me MV$ERVTI But a nigga ain't Italian Switch the style up Might stab you with a stylus Then take a jet to the islands While doin' Molly With Miley Cyrus Thought I was a clown? Bitch I came up in the circus Now I got my voice on a mic Like I'm Andy Serkis Straight out the Trailer Park Niggas was sellin' meth While I was watchin' Zero Dark Thirty These dirty murderers and sex offenders Lived in that bitch Shit was a playground You hear the shots? Stay down See darkness in my eyes Ray Bans I'm the type to turn a eighth To a brick and a half Most y'all niggas records soundin' shady No Aftermath I'mma drop this LP like Summerslam Just to punish you Trukfit wearin' mothafuckas You fuckin' disgust me Let me find you The shit'll get ugly Yeah And don't tell me to fuckin' wait I got a nuclear submarine And it's chillin' in the Bering Strait Ready to take ya to the gates of Hell As I rock the bells Pop shells, make sells Yeah, they know me well It's MV$ERVTI The child of the prophecy Go harder than Mephistopheles While bombin' your metropolis I'm like the lightskinned Mike Shinoda While part-time shinobi Sip lean with the soda As I cop a rollie Sip the potion We movin' in slow motion I talk to Joe Jonas' girl She give me cake by the ocean While Lil K was sellin' crack to the rich kids I was on campus Pushin' grams for $40 Like nobody's business Born rebel, call me Rogue One I don't give a fuck Catch me in McDonald's Puttin' Sprite in a fuckin' water cup (Hook) I KNOW YOU WANNA COP THIS All my niggas move in silence S.E.A.L OPERATIVES Fuck with the Syndicate We'll send you to the doctors FUCK YA DOCTRINE Got a squadron fast-ropin' FROM HELICOPTERS Lil K been growin' green That nigga a florist Me I get Rings and bring 'em home SAMARA MORGAN MV$ERVTI Syndicate Eatin' rappers for fuckin' lunch Got a gang of bad bitches with guns Like it's SUCKER PUNCH And I get all my shit imported Your crew is unimportant I was in that Bear's Lair with Tyler Eatin' porridge We move covertly Fuck around and it's curtains If young Keenan don't trust you little niggas Then I'mma hurt you I be posted in San Leandro Or smokin' at la marina While plottin' to turn ya whole block To Hurricane Katrina Hi Shotzi! Is Okami livin' with you So I can fuck around And buy binoculars and telescopes? Bye Shotzi I hope you have to dodge paparazzi While I'm droppin' records And slappin' neo Nazis On Kawasakis After peepin' Kurosaki Matter fact, Akira My lyricism is livid My vivid image turns pictures To realism from cynicism To stigmatisms My vision is ever vigilant I got the shit straight from my pigments I spit it 'cause I really fuckin' lived it Bitch (Hook)

(Verse 1: TM) Yo I don't know if y'all can handle this But there are planes Looming over Los Angeles I jump around, ecstatic Call it a tantric fit The boy did it Fucked my crush, Angela Bully must've skipped school Didn't see him once Kicked ass in gym class Got the game winning punt Came home from school Dad didn't drink that much 'Cause my mama picked me up Fuck takin' the bus Had a good jerk when I thought of Angela What could be better Than snow in Los Angeles? Then it got bright out Bright as I saw all week The wind treated me well Swept Angie right off her feet Electronics weren't workin' Let's just talk instead But it's so hot right now I just wanna be dead A couple hours ago I was content this day The whole shit was a game And I was born to play Couldn't kiss Angie goodbye It was their way or the highway We decided nuclear war That day it snowed in L.A. (Hook) Collateral damage Firebombin' Los Angeles Missiles everywhere, missiles everywhere Yeah Big Brother is watching you cower But you never cared Y'all niggas never cared Beverly Hills in flames Hollywood's chaotic While y'all were sippin' Hypnotic They were stackin' profit Keep calm, don't be alarmed This is your penance To them All of society is just a menace (Verse 2: LKD) Yo Listen Got my Easy Bake Oven Bakin' yellow cake for ya mistress Spit like black leather whips Mothafuckas lookin' submissive Lil K chillin' in Richmond I look suspicious But anybody who know me Know that I'm about that business See I'm a anti-hero type And you really just a villain Difference is, I don't hire snitches To fill up county prisons I just kick it Distribute these pills and some kush wit it Hopin' drug money's enough To buy my way outta perdition I'm a missionary For when your visions get scary Them misdemeanors chasin' ya heels Just look hilarious We marry spraypaint to the concrete With ya heartbeats in time With ya mind's reasons and rhyme Hacker workin' overtime I code my tracks like malware Everytime you loop it back It sends a lyrical virus Deep in corrupted files in ya brain pan Me and my mans, MV$ERVTI And we crazy Go to church if you scared Electric chairs where we lazy Priests who would pick up your youth group In their rape vans Sellin' souls to God He got the original pimp hand Mothafuckas like me get strip searches Like massages Lyrics from Santa Rita Where they keepin' me on felony charges They say that justice is blind So I snuck up on that piggy And cold hot-wired his ride I got a pipe and some crack vials So pipe down and listen to Lil K Spinnin' records with gyroscopic precision I give you psychotropic visions This ain't about religion I wear a gimp mask for my goddess Getting whipped in the kitchen Everyday is a funeral And it's beautiful in my vision Like missile silos under wishing wells Visited by children These rappers use nukes As metaphors in their lyrics But I'm droppin' real ten ton warheads over L.A. Don't get it twisted Leave these fake motherfuckers In bloodied up bandages Now they really know what it's like To blow up in Los Angeles (Hook) (Bridge) We stay in Berkeley Kickin' that Manhattan project Oppenheimer from '63 Diner Fuckin' up ya projects Anarchist rejects yellin' "no more presidents" Fuck ya precedence I falcon punch my way into your residence Trashin' ATMs We pissed off at pay severance Clockin' your false idols Yeah we treat 'em with irreverence Message in a bottle Ten megaton Molotov Got a balaclava on Sayin' nada to the feds (Hook)

Watch as she goes From one guy to the next Steady searching for love But all she got was fake sex She thinks she's not pretty While she's lookin' in the mirror Cryin' out for help But nobody seems to hear her So she pops a few pills 'Cause to her, no one cares She's got a few friends But they're never really there We all know this girl She's around me and you Stepdad abuses Moms doesn't have a clue She shows up to school Puts on a spare face To show the whole world She ain't in such a place Yeah, we all know this girl We pass by her everyday But would you try and help To take some of the pain away? Nobody ever really knew Janey like I did This was before all the painkillers And the Vicodin She was an artist in this Trailer Park of darkness But what goes around Comes back like a boomerang Digger Harkness She wanted a two bedroom apartment For her and her sister 'Cause her parents' crib Was gettin' ridiculous They hasslin' her about her grades Failure becomes a ritual Then along comes mister dealer Says he's got a little trick to it He puts her on some Adderall So she can keep her focus But she wants a body high He says coke'll do wonders Hocus pocus Fuckboy dealer Drives his four-wheeler to the Trailer Park With animalistic intentions Like a minotaur Janey's in the kitchen Getting dinner started for her sister Dealer pops up And starts thinking he'll get frisky with her They hit the bedroom and make the exchange And while Janey's gettin' changed Dealer heads to the living room To spit game Janey notices the dealer fuckin' with her sister Gets pissed Says "next time, I'm gettin' a fuckin' pistol" Sissy knows her sister's addiction's taking its toll As she watches Janey's withdrawals While jugglin' honor roll Maybe back in the day I coulda helped her Been her savior But when you live in the Trailer Park The Devil's your next door neighbor (Hook) On rainy days, Janey pops a painkiller Smokes a little rock Then she fucks her coke dealer Stay faded Jane, take another painkiller Thought she found the cure But it only made her sicker So later Janey's in the kitchen Poppin' pills And brandishing a brand new pistol Coke dealer fuckboy hits her up Says he missed her Even though hours ago He slept with Janey's sister He brought his whole stash But first he wants some ass And she ain't havin' it Dealer gets mad, so he smacks her Grabs her by the throat Takes her to the floor and starts chokin' Now she'd focused On gettin' that six shooter from the holster A small "please" escapes her lips Before the shot rings out Dealer falls to her side Dead without a doubt She eyes the coke stash From the bastard that attacked her Says "fuck it" and decides to get plastered She cuts open the kilo with a key Then gets a needle Flicks the syringe The amount at hand Is looking pretty lethal Janey takes a deep breath Then jabs it in her forearm Thinking this couldn't possibly do more harm Now Janey's lettin' out a stutter As her eyes begin to flutter Like a butterfly, she's gone with the wind Janey's played with oblivion Faded out of her skin Everything goes black Like the ocean that she's swimmin' in Driftin' off into the distance Life on that dimmer switch Prayin' to God Maybe after all this she can be forgiven Later, Janey... (Hook)

Sissy never went to Janey's funeral No body to bury But the reception was beautiful She wasn't new to this kinda thing Wasn't her first rodeo Now she got the brick From the dead coke dealer What will she do with it? God only knows Sell it on the black market To some loan sharks Either way the path leads down a dark road Straight into a shark pit Now she sits by her lonesome Inside the apartment In the darkness She got some homegirls Who can help her sell it They could just hit up Coachella And hustle the product while Krewella or Yelawolf Are doin' their set Uh So mission set She breaks the rocks and makes a pyramid She bouta get 'em higher than a minaret Sissy lights a cigarette then counts her dough Now she's in a warehouse full of naked women And semiautomatics on the floor (Hook: SIOUX) Now Sissy's love for it all Prevented her from the fall Of what was known as a throne To her majesty And made assured from the coke It sure wasn't a joke That Janey thought was funny Sissy's Jason X for the cake Now she owns motels That's Norman Bates Uh, the bitch is Dexter for designer Spends weekends up in Vegas Then a private out to China Full blown fashion serial killa Got pearls on her neck Gold on her mirror Got a gold watch, bezel And she all about embezzlin' Platinum spoon in her mouth No need for juggin' and finessin' Never stressin', carefree livin' Maids in the living room Cocaine in the kitchen Rich niggas call her mistress And she want their money pronto Mami needs Versace slippers And a dress that's Ferragamo Yeah She all about commas Pimpin' and drug money's her income She got a new Porsche, no more rent That lavish shit, son It all started out with the coke dealer's brick Sissy's trickin' her friends Now her whole life is sick In a villa or some crazy shit They get her money quick Soon the whole damn city's Finna be Sissy's bitch Janey's goody two shoes little sister Fuck with her and hers And ya ass'll end up missing Sissy's Militia (Hook) (Bridge) And when it's all said and done Sissy's heart was undone By the wounds she had chosen A pain gone unnoticed And if I mattered that much I would be the only one in your life That could make it all feel better 'Cause the love we shared It was treasured

With her army complete She can take me apart All through the Earth Then back in the car 'Cause once you begin You're not gonna stop I know how you are Gonna stop I know how you are Gonna stop I know how you are Oh please Far beyond A star Then back in the car You wait Oh please stop I know how you are And you're not gonna stop Hold it, stop You're not gonna stop I watched you begin I know how you are

(Verse 1: TM x ED) Although I Drive you crazy You know I'm still your baby Although you Act so shady You know you're still my lady Her eyes shone Like an Alaskan night After drinking red wine We soon had taken flight To leave her from my mind Would mean going it alone While time was spent, waiting And always near the phone A queen to her throne While a king waged war Always looking for a way out But could never find the door The scent of our Earth after raining The scent of our Earth Made us feel like fading (Verse 2: LKD) Yo We chillin' like a virus Dormant, riots Pop off every night We just waitin' for the right time It's a reaction to action Packed with the change of the climates Heimlichs Choking out smokers Maneuver with silence Mid-life crisis But left to our own devices We would just smoke hash, and plant gardens Pay no prices Never pick up a flag and break a window But I got this hatin' ass pig though Tellin' me my friend died in the high rise And the death was justified Yeah So we goin' hard in memory And for the locked up in county entropy When they sever me I'mma tell 'em how you called me foul I ain't see no referees Yell accessories to hatred I just break shit You should be thankin' me Frankly, I just wished more of y'all Would end up in the cemetery Yeah, but that's just me How y'all high and mighty When the crack so cheap? Hasslin' my homies We rackin' up APBs Yeah Wars with Remy Lootpack Lil B, circa '08 Man, these blues wack Knock knock Who's that? Police on the block New straps Speak and get shot, we shoot back And this music is slaps True that (Verse 3: TM) Uh Ayo And where the fuck were y'all When me and Lil K Were trappin' out the Acura Blastin' off like plasma Can you let a nigga breathe? No asthma 'Fore I hit ya ass with rocksalt Rock you harder than asphalt Hands up, show me the cash vault Two thousand and eighteen ways To put you in a bodybag While half these kids Got magnums in they backpack Smack you wit a snapback Put that shit on Snapchat Y'all muhfuckas be slaves to the hashtag Shit is toxic like anthrax These bitches think I'm stupid Half of 'em think I'm cupid Lil K, pass me the chute with the loot And I'm D.B. Cooper Lost without a paddle in today's society It's either Black Lives Matter Or I'm trippin' on acid Takin' interstellar crafts to Saturn Why all the Hatha-hate? Take a chill pill, have a drink Smoke, maybe masturbate Catch me in the attic Watchin' Star Wars jackin' off to Rey Yeah, that's right I like my girls BB-8 The type that wanna suck you dry Then lick the fuckin' dinner plate Castrate ya ass like the cartel Ya little bastard Put ya head on a silver platter Call you John the Baptist Yeah You ain't ready for the rapture I'mma drop the Hellfire On Trump's whole cabinet While settin' fire to Capital Hill With one matchstick You know the feds listenin' Put me on the watchlist You got my records, so I don't give a shit It's called the First Amendment, mothafucka (Hook) Kestrel! Comin' at ya wit infrared beams Kestrel! Rockin' nightvision, nothing's as it seems ArcLight, dark night, Syndicate's holy terror Books written in prayer Suicide note, your era Can't compare us, it ain't fair But let's see how you fare against the (Verse 4: JD) I can say, fuck the government What would that prove? I gotta fuck the government Until the insides ooze Inside job The laser beam, aimin' at cops Cops lives matter? Fuck that My nigga I rob And if any goody, tutti rudy, fresh or fruity Corrupt badge wearer Get in the way? I let it spray This is instinct My pen bleeds for those who toe slip cold When pension increase Fuck what the judge thinks I'm backed in Came back with about ten Black Benz with black rims Got white and black friends Watch out For the message, black sins Fucked up life Being born into the system with Dark black sins Go head (Bridge: TM) Rhymes causin' societal collapse Subliminal fascists Usin' they criminal tactics to raise taxes I ain't a killa, I just don't give a fuck alot You wanna throw them bones? We can get it in the parking lot Get ready for battle Coralians We goin' in tonight The boy stay flyer Than orbital defense satellites I keep the pistol tucked For good luck in these streets, my nigga And in my spare time, I hunt golddiggers And irresponsible babysitters Yeah you fuckin' wit a real one Don't got a Maserati But you bet ya ass I'll steal one (Hook)