Mushroom Clouds - Young Aspect, Merkules, Charlie Fettah

Two handfuls of shrooms and I’m lookin for trouble

I stomp down on instrumentals till I’m pullin a muscle

I drop acid until anything I look at is doubled

A rabid dog yappin jaws yeah I should get a muzzle (but fuck it)

Ya’ll done had it comin, I’m runnin through the forest

Hold a Glock at Goldie Locks I’ll fuckin snuff 'em for his porridge

Or go get your mother and poke a hole in a rubber

You’ll get to meet your little brother when you come home for supper

Then I get at Aspect 'n tell him we need the c-saw

There’s weed between the keys on his beringer keyboard

Body bags, they come equipped with a zipper

I’m writin names out in blood till they gettin the picture

I’ll meet your sister then and trick her into lickin my shitter

Tippin the ricter, you probly wife a chick who’s a stripper

You bozo’s with no flow, don’t know lyrics

All you do is make love songs and no hoes hear it, pussy

Young Aspect

God body, I pray to God like I’m John Gotti

On dead bodies, I got your girl in a thong probly

I’m not sober I’m holdin this chainsaw

I’m close to insane, ya’ll better know me by name (yeah)

I lace weed, smoke it and rake leaves

I got a bag of pills, tell your bitch to take 3

I don’t give a fuck bitch, you can lick my nut sack

I’m rockin a dookie chain, reppin a fuckin hub cap

My brain is ill cause it fell and hit the floor

And when I was a little boy just bein happy was a chore

I got satan on my shoulder shootin heroin

I’m fuckin prostitutes on the 3rd floor of the Sheraton

I met a bitch named Cassie, she’s a fatty

And last week I fucked her in the back seat of a taxi

This is high on cocaine with a crow bar

This is no joke I’m dope and I go hard

Charlie Fettah

The water gettin murky so I’m scratchin at my scars

I got paint up on my fingertips from cuttin through yo yard

Not hard I lean back with a green sack

Yo team lack skill, necessary feedback, sucka beat that

The boom bap, beat me up I had to beat back

Greedy — made a grip off the grind, here’s a free track

Fettah the philanthropist, bars I’m spittin — cancerous

If sway don’t got the answers then yay don’t know what the answer is

Hard to live glamorous when your terrain is hazardous

Team full’a gonnies low lives vandals and anarchists

High as a kite puffin shatter budder and cannabis

Hungry like I’m homeless ya my people livin ravenous

Never fuck wit ch’yo clique, like we practise abstinence

New rap nerds mixin chemistry and calculus

End all the b.s.

cause Fettah is the catalyst

«what up» to all my battlers, hip hop naturalists

The wordsmith, I collected payments with my cadence

Practise make perfect, my people pannin the pavement

Rats is in the basements in the shadows writin statements

While me, Merk and Aspect busy rollin the fragrance