Verse 1 (klouded):
Time to roll my sleeves urp
Old school like a geezer
Leave ya feeling like ya teeth hurt
After a brush with me you might need Listerine to be sure
Emcees can’t touch me like butterfingers
Don’t get sweet on me I can’t be yours
You can suck on these nerds
When you pick teams everybody picking me first
In this game you’re like a cheerleader
I’m with her below the bleachers
I don’t care you can be hurt
You couldn’t see her if she had a wet t-shirt
It’s like I’m at Mardi gras looking at the beadwork
You can’t handle these curves
Only time you get to see is when you have to be nursed
Nobody wanna hear it when you speak words
Your rhymes are weaker
Mine are everyday features
You think you hot but you only have a fever
Now you Listening to me going brrr over these words
I’m meaner
But its nice to be here
Taking off my glasses show you how weed burn
I’m digging deeper
You ever seen dirt?
You’ll be like Joe eating on a big turd
You’re the wrong kind of goat, ask Sam Neill just to be sure
Already hooked on my rhymes go see your dealer
You ever seen clerks?

Chorus (klouded):
So you wanna hear a rhyme or two
Another time or two
You gonna need another dime or two
So you wanna hear a rhyme or two
You don’t have the mind to do
But it might help you write a line or two

Verse 2 (sno):
I’m dropping bars like I’m doing fucking CrossFit
My rhymes will get your ass trampled in a mosh pit
You jane doe like you a m-----fucking Lost bitch
I ain’t done just begun to watch the plot thicken
Spitten salmonella poisoning like raw chicken
So many flaws wit cha
Kung fu with it
Watch these tiger claws hit ya
Your whole style is just a m-----fucking flawed picture
My verbs held together like I’m using Paul Mitchell
You fall apart definition of decomposition
Zero comprehension
You zero competition
No conditions to put out of commission my opposition
Tom cruise in this bitch like I’m on a mission
Automatic with these bars means I’m hardly shifting
Nici cage in a ford mustang bitch I’m gone in 60
I’m beyond gifted while your ass is naughty listed
Muhammed Ali on the mic against Sunny Liston
My name is shouted from a mountain yours is hardly whispered
I’m getting triple my returns you’re getting bond interest
You just a flower by a lake call you narcissus
Dog you stuck in one place man I’m off to kick it
My flow reveal a hidden truth like I’m apocalyptic
No need to hide astonishment of my accomplishments
Leave my enemies in need of scheduling a doctor visit

Chorus

Verse 3 (klouded):
I got something that’ll make the show great
These lines they be like some cocaine
Low down and dirty but I got no shame
When you go away you’ll be another no name
Send your ass back to the essence like Ghostface
Your lines are flat like you’ll be in the plateau phase
I’m king of the hill like I got propane
You’re lucky I caught you on a cold day
Fucking with us you might need some Flonase
You got beef but you’re a low grade
I’m in my prime you can call me coach K
You better stick to the rogaine
Nothing good coming out of your brain
Like Kobe hit you with a slow fade
You think you the goat but everybody know you faint
You got no taste
Nobody want you around because of your taint
For you today won’t be a good day
I’m pulling gold out my mouth
You pulling low wage
I’m killing it better stay out the roadway
Before you end up with some Old Bay
I hit you like a rogue wave
You’re like a drought you got no rain
You can sit on it and rotate
You think rhyming is your soulmate
But she said there was no way

Chorus

Verse 4 (sno):
About to run up on a green mushroom to get the 1-up
Critics giving me the thumbs I’m on the come up
My Zombieland bars nut up I’ll make you shut up
Razor sharp lines like knives that leave you cut up
Michelangelo about to hit you with the num-chuk
Leave you dumbstruck from what I upchuck
Don’t make this artist do a touch up
Leave you fucked up if I pick the brush up
Leave your girl feeling love struck
My style’s wild nice in my prime like a young buck
Your flows hot garbage that belongs inside a dump truck
Bringing all you rappers to the knees like I’m Ong Bak
Leaving egos battered and bruised to me that’s fun stuff
I got the jury saying its unjust
But its just facts this track will leave you roughed up
Soft bitch make you a fraction of what you once was
Hungry cuz you’re buying all my music with your lunch funds
I have em coming back for more like they addicted to this drug buzz
I’ll bring the heat like that m-----fucking sun does
I’m out of this world like there’s an alien among us
Your boy’s dangerous come get these shotgun slugs
You’re the reason I leave the radio unplugged
I’m the reason that you have to drive for grub hub
You ain’t strong or tough enough
Sno be like Saitama shit’s over with One Punch, man