JM JONES: you ready for some beats, you ready for some skeets? across yo moms teeth. thats how she kisses you at night. and you put up a fight. you like my rhymes you like my timing. you should see my dick its encrusted with diamonds baby look at it shining, its good for busting up hymens in the dark. make some sparks in the back of my car beep beep keep my skeet in a jar. it aint funny. shit like money. and its drippin like honey outta ya butt straight from my nuts. you should start a trust, with the shit i just shot up ya guts i know its vulgar, its how i roll when i enter ya vulva and now its all over pass the controller you sleep on my shoulder heavy as a boulder bitch roll over BCHAP: WHHHOOOP yo bitch what bitch suck dicks fuck bitch ill tear up ya sheets like a thanksgiving feast ill rip out ya asshole and ill put it on a plate cause you know it tastes great just like strawberry pie but ill punch you in the eye if you fuck with that other guy (do what you wanna do) FUCK. you like violence? i like lyrical silence... bitch please, you a sneeze, get on yo knees take this breeze of my fart. smell it up love it up FUCK YOU IN DA BUTT KIPPLE MANG: my rhythm legit, i shit on yo shit, im with it. fuck midgets for tidbits of truth id fuck you too, if you wasnt so motherfucking glued to the motherfucking boobtube i knew youd screwed with the wrong dude im long dude i mean my motherfucking schlong dude. it was rude, when i poo'd on yo cat but its only scat, you aint with that? dont have a fucking heart attack. you whack crack fiend i smash pen-is with bliss cause my names chris klippel i suck tipples of nipples while they dribble a little on a fresh pack of skittles (taste the rainbow biatch, ow ow ow.) JM,BCHAP,KIPPLE: rich white kids, worship shit, become president, suck my dick! KIPPLE MANG: philosophy, i give you philosophic colonoscopies and philosophical lobotomies and sodomy. im wanted like a nations sovereignty its just a part of me to be sucking on yo moms teats while shes feeding me collard greens and mashed beets i skeet skeet when i hear the clock beep beep and i wake from my sleep to the mean streets no clean sheets to bed freaks, i need said freaks to give me head, neat. like a beat that makes yo ass shake in the seat. JM JONES: like ya beating ya meat im tryna sleep. keep it down dont be a clown, quite making all them sounds thumping ya feet on the ground im under you, keep that shit down, said im under you! OLDSKOOLROB: so let me start this next verse with wordplay that makes ya head hurt and make you want to tar and feather every senator that thinks theyre better than you and i sending veterans to kill and die my rhymes are like a bottle of excedrin some verbal medicine. a light bulb that shines brighter than anything ever invented by thomas edison. im making addicts from my lyrics, symphonics making the ground shake like earthquakes and plate techtonics im spitting hyperbolic tonic and logic that you get lost in vitriolic rhymes aimed at followers of james dobson. sicker than cholera and all of the snakes in medusas hair, i even got apollo bowing down to me in zeus' chair. i got the english language wrapped inside of a straight jacket attack it with an anguish aimed at statists and imperialistic rackets. lyrical backflips, excersise demons and give em fat lips while girls play musical chairs on my matteress. the prescription for your sickness is to sit back and listen as i spit so much venom hissing cobras start wishing that me and them could switched positions. hit em with so much complexity that stephen hawkins starts walking just to stand next to me. got super models texting me, sippin on some hennessey. end the empire so i can finally rest in piece. PADLO: my flows so cold. icicles in yo eyeballs hit you where it hurt you most if i dont fucking like you. dont take it personal is just a means for survival, im like charles darwin, this is my galapagos surveying the geology in front of me you bird brains is just a novelty, dont front on me fo fo's for you dodos got your world ending in slo mo like the end of scarface when tony killed minolo coming up ill never forgot growing up northwest the opposite of orcutt as i walk out to my doorstep looking nice in my white nik cortez didnt know i was just another poor kid now i find myself in my fortress with some whores that just want some mo sex (fart, burp)

TJ DA ROBOT: its strange, the brain's a machine i can here it think i can hear it when i drink it gets all drunk and fucked up i can hear that funk all you motherfuckers in the club shit the fuck up antelopes and lions on the plains I CAN SEE YOU and im deranged and ive got my fangs up in your face, i'll self debase I SUCK i have a skin condition, im sweaty i eat spaghetti like everyday except for sunday thats my lazy day already and an-i i wanna sleep wanna eat some peeps wanna play for keeps KIPPLE MANG: and then he sleeps and hes slaughtered im the veto mang and what i say has got the sting of a mosquito thang when it goes in your vein, yo im really white but i really want an afro and im really tight if youre talking bout my asshole yo, i need a light we're gonna smoke this fucking grass, though PADLO:

OH HELL NO whoa, yo baby i just wrote you a sonnet but it may not make sense, cause im still hooked on phonics. i also got you a chocolate but it melted cause i was on it. fuck it, boo! we're still cool lets just roll up some chronic. take a puff. take a bigger puff, buttercup okay thas enough, dont *** the stuff, i'll be liable to cuss OH HELL NO you ripping shit like velcro, you giggling like elmo all the way to patelco and me without a nug or any drugs to get buzzed your lungs are so tough and they puffing out your jugs i dont really mind cause you know you looking fine baby take your time ill go find another dime a story unfolds, you never know where does one go you never know. all the time youre thinking, you never know.