VERSE 1 (J-Mercer)
A-Bomb and J-Merce
We rolling on hearses and we curse
To worsen the verses
Playing God to the universe
Deconstruct and misconduct
Don’t give a fuck
Convincing the critical cynics this can’t be luck
It’s a must to muster the courage
And hustle the verbage
Dig through the sewage is deep as needed to see the surface
These lungs aren’t fucking working
These curtains can’t hide the truth
The sickness you witness inside of me
Is the sickness in you
I know you’ll try to misconstrue these facts
Plan your attack I’m sorry but guilt’s an emotion I never
had
I’m aware of what I lack
Let me direct you to the complaint stack, and I’ll pass it
back
Thought I was done and shit I’ll retire six times, do coke
lines
Never knew that I would be a part of CI
But now I’m famous, in this game we’re looking for hatred
But now it’s fake and now we know that it’s ours for the
taking
VERSE 2 (A-Bomb)
From the A team to the B sides from the east side
I been aching to see why I’m denied
By every girl I’ve ever seen that’s ever came and talked to
me
I guess I’m just embarrassing
So here’s a tip ladies, I was born in the mid-eighties
And check out this Katie, como estas baby
I don’t care if you’re brother is perturbed, it’s absurd
It’s absurd that the verbs don’t make the words
That I’m sure that I really meant to say, that I tried to
convey
Guess this just ain’t the day
That all my dreams will come true, yes I’m talking ‘bout you
Girl whoever the fuck you are, you’ll be shining star
And if I fuck you hard, then you’ll wash my car
Two words are back, Caucasian Invasion
Guess I’ll pick up the slack, and get this track blazing
I’m breaking your limbs, burning the skin
Looking to sin, figured I’d not, thinking again
Smoking the pot, holding it in
Dank-a-dees bought, rolling the blunt
Bringing the funk, needing a gun
Look in the trunk, champagne’s getting us drunk
Needing the flow, better be done