[BKnitts]
This is not a PSA, I am not a Cyborg.
I am not equipped with a rocket launcher and five swords.
You are not a target of interest for my course.
Nobody is panicking, running and yelling, “My Lord!”

[Eske]
I don’t have a piranha inside of my gourd.
Trying to find another emcee to make a fine course.
Catch the young legend looking fly on his high horse.
Shining so bright, his aura might be an eyesore.

[BKnitts]
What a sight for sore eyes, they dreading us like court times.
Cuz your boy shine more bright than a storm light.
Crawling up in your mind, never doubt – of course I’m
The only rapper out to live the afterlife before life.

[Eske]
Well before this life, I had illest steeze.
Chilling in the womb, bringing doom with the slightest ease.
Take my scythe and bring a sinner begging to his knees.
Raised in Illinois, but your boy’s got a heart of cheese.

[BKnitts]
Couple Milli boys, making illi noise, YUP.
Here to bridge a motherfucking gap and fill the void, UP.
This ain’t a circus act, not a silly ploy, FUCK.
Anybody in our path bet we will destroy YA.

[Eske]
Sinking your destroyers, boy I’m bombing all your battleships.
Turning all these critics into nothing but my chattle, shit.
Stone cold stunner to the bottom of a gravel pit.
Think that you can stop me, go ahead and tattle bitch.

[BKnitts]
They can’t even handle this, joint is smoking like cannabis.
Holy token Hoboken, no holding the flowing champion.
Solely chosen for damaging lonely broken down activists.
It was only a matter of timing, I spat up the line and got my dap for it.

[Eske]
Giving props to my homies, and mooning all of the haters.
I’m serving these other rappers for dinner like I’m a waiter.
Catering to the masses. I pull my weight like a freightor.
So keep praying to your god, but know that I was his creator.

[Hook: BKnitts & Eske]
BKnitts and Eske, now that’s true legend roster.
When we both come together, it’s a two-headed monster.
BKnitts and Eske, now that’s true legend roster.
When we both come together, it’s a two-headed monster.
BKnitts and Eske, now that’s true legend roster.
When we both come together, it’s a two-headed monster.

[BKnitts]
Dropping doses while I’m rolling, I call that a road trip.
A roach in the fanny pack a xannie tab and then I’m floating.
Hold it better cancel that I’m gonna grab it back like oh shit.
I’d loathe it if they scrambled Brad like cataracts though yolk lens.

[Eske]
Put on these glasses, boy, and it’s pretty clear to see
That you’re so damn lucky, and I’m sure you would agree.
I’ve been spitting heavy writtens, til my competition flees.
Go ahead and get to stepping with those bars made of brie.

[BKnitts]
Back to the cheesy shit, more cash money than Weezy is.
BKnitts spit bomb noise more on point than a fucking needle tip.
Beatin' em all coy I Don boys on some Cheadle shit.
Leavin’ em leanin’ just like rhomboids on the Pisa tip.

[Eske]
We ain’t even peaked, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.
So keep your double cups, I’ll double-up once your vice stirs.
Leaving em in slow-mo, make your ass pay the price, sir.
You’re slurring all your words, and now your vision’s been twice blurred.

[BKnitts]
Like Chrysler keep it three hunna no Chief Keef.
Bright divine verbal when I word it no cheap speak.
It’s the line murdering mind hurter you weak links.
All should try working my pipe gurgle the skeet skeet.

[Eske]
Well, stick to your jerking, you ain’t nothing but New Boyz.
Your image isn’t working, and this model’s a skewed ploy.
So come and catch the wave of this new movement of true noise.
Flexing on every track with this steady accrued poise.

[BKnitts]
Spew poison. My acts deadly, These tracks killer.
These dudes roidin’, all fat bellied on whack filler.
We just adlibbing. There’s nobody who raps iller.
Than the two boys, and it’s Matt Teske and Brad Knitter.

[Eske]
Just a pair of Lebowskis, couple dudes that abide.
Lacking rappers couldn’t hack it like we do if they tried.
Getting whacker every second, watch them swallow their pride.
While we ride off in the sunset just like Bonnie and Clyde.

[Hook]