[Verse 1 - godemis]

Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that ya know me

Ya don't have a clue so back up lil homie

My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics

We load up and lock and aim where the red is

And bang where your head is, I bet y'all will beat it

Oh dean, that's my dog, them words y'all will eat 'em

My power circlin' small, I think outta the box

And try different angles to wreck tables or not

My shot's wet as a whistle, I'm on fire fam

Y'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagram

Who they want, godi or donnie, ya better choose wisely

Greet 'em with ketamine and then that adderall iv, try me

Checkin' to see if the guy's fearin' ya

They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria

It's all good, doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all could

Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y'all hood

[Hook - godemis & (tech n9ne)]

Which (one)

You fuckin' with pick (one)

You label this fic(tion)

You lookin' there is (none) is (none)

Which (one)

You fuckin' with pick (one)

You label this fic(tion)

You lookin' there is (none) is (none)

[Verse 2 - murs]

The story of my twin and I, pisces not a gemini

One of us is underwater, other floatin' in the sky

Highs and the lows of me, violence in the poetry

My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (nigga let go!)

Don't let nobody close to me, drunk when I'm not s'posed to be

I take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's me

One bottle jameson, take it to the face and then

Now I'm talkin' 'bout the bodies buried in my basement

Spirits talkin' to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too

Lookin' in the mirror and I tell 'em it's just me and you

One of us is goin' out, the one that's always showin' out

I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth

Hand bleedin' needin' medical attention

I'm feelin' no pain, I'm in a whole 'nother dimension

Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit

Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (ugh)

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - tech n9ne]

Pick three and guess what you get, me

I'm messed up and sickly

The head is a mystery, quickly twist t

With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee

Killin' got it history

I've become a scumbag fuckbuddy needed to wipe after

She got me and my lady's cum rag, that's just one of the things I done bad

Like when I put dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flask

I can make a love potion, give you the ocean

Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion

You think I'm jokin' while listenin' to drake's "the motion"

I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notion

I'm playin' I don't dare summon them other suckers

That tell me to do bad, there done and them under covers

She think the demon's unfair, hung wants to love her lover

After this verse she's not pickin' nare, one of them motherfuckers

[Hook]