I've been the dapper don since I put my Pampers on

Vagabond, splashin' ether on a fabric cloth

Zoned out, foam at the mouth like a rabid dog

I bury bodies in my lawn at the crack of dawn

The rock got my nostril caked

I travel into outer-space just to drop at a colossal rate

Jostling, lost, I've gone astray

Term K refuse to walk away until the profit's made

Not a prophet, I'm the second coming

Next to nothing in my pocket, I'm just pressing buttons

The commander, general, bag full of chemicals

Pusher man distributin' scag cut with fentanyl

Xanax, demerol, tablets of methadone

Lab rat packaging anthrax in envelopes

Matches and tennis balls wrapped with electrical

Blasted, I'm trashed with my hands on my genitals

Bothered and hot, gone and squandered the pot

A downtrodden prima donna on a bottomless drop

I personify the clowns and the clods

Gettin' bombed with the squad

Honest to God like Islamic Jihad

Yo, the kids need violence, to live means dyin'

Open up the gates, sound the Blitzkrieg sirens

The ruthless, baby face spittin' 'til he's toothless

Introducin' two-bit rappers to my boot tip

A fortified design of the mortified and blind

I ain't suicidal, it just sorta crossed my mind

Days draped in misery, space wasted blithering

Hate shapes the industry while slaves pay the bigger fee

Maintain the greed, what a wave made in history

Generation rage and we placate it pitifully

Palmer Squares be that devilish enemy

Reach for the mic and leave with severed extremities

An excellent remedy for pestilent energy

Festering chemically, dextroamphetamines

Mental telepathy, magic mind

I was sent to collectively leave my battle cry echoing endlessly

No sight, just panoramic glimpses of abandoned ships

Living life sans companionship

I'm accurate, Term K gassin' motherfuckers like a flatulence

Haters need to oil up the catcher's mitt, it's laughable

Playin' Whack-A-Mole the way I'm crackin' skulls

Little ones with duct tape on the mandible

Seein' red, my whole life's a bull fight

In full flight I'll pierce your skin with a road spike

I'll pierce your skin with a dull knife

I'm sharp in the mind, poison IVs and artery lines

Raw spit from a mouth full of tartar and grime

Right now I'm gon' pass it to my partner in crime

Yo, these dapper literati fill palaver with their folly

Other hobbies include packin' cadavers in Jalopys

We dippin' mali as we're practicing karate

While y'all rappers in the closet like that faggot Liberace

Yo, the show's over, third act, double encore

Wrath of a god, wingspan of a condor

From the helipad to the ground floor

It's going down, you should follow Term and Ac if you want more

(You want more?) Want more?

I thought you might, the Andy Kaufman type cat

With a splash of Walter White

I kill verses, spit heat 'til the milk curdles

Makin' sow ears into silk purses

Curses, I'm certain that nothing can phase me

Acumental send your squad runnin' for safety

Yo, I'm like John W. Gacy

Got a club in the basement

Where the bodies rot under a blanket

See, I'm fuckin' insane kid, hellbent

Angry as twelve men

Spot me at the Cumberland station on the L train

Poppin' adapin to fight depression

Peerin' in the mirror shoutin', "Candyman" in my reflection

To send a vital message out to all of y'all homo sapiens

Waterfalls, don't go chasin' 'em

Stick to your rivers and lakes

And don't swim in the first place

Just make a death wish on your birthday

'Cause you'll find my name farthest up the roster

Yo, the parlance I be droppin's hot enough to strip the varnish off a locker

We harness all the power imaginable and tower

You amateur flow imposter starring opposite Madeleine Stowe

Two perilous dudes kickin' true narratives

Shut you down, Lou Gehrig shit, whoop, there it is

My crew rarely gets enough exposure

Too much time spent loungin' in the lion's den puffin' doja

Marijuana sharecroppin'

Nature boy, make some noise before I run up and Flair Chop ya

Smack like dab in the middle

Yo, we jumpin' over the moon without the cat or the fiddle

I twist the grass and flip the cap on my zippo

Then I elevate the flame to a fat cigarillo

This shit is nothing more than just some raps that I scribble

'Cause I found my true colors in a bag full of Skittles

You won't see me drive past in a foreign car

You'll see me workin' hard tryna find some R&R

But still I'm ill with a capital 'I'

Keepin' it live like Saturday Night, grabbin' the mic

'Cause I'd rather be livin' in darkness than dyin' in the light

Overexposed tryna win the fight

So I tie my shit up tight and hop back into the shade

Where you can rest assured another track is gettin' made

Like, hey yo, Wax, you wanna play?

'Cause guess what, dog? I'm passin' it your way

Palmer Squares, Chi city (That's how we do it)

We wouldn't be doing none of this if it wasn't for Wax and Herbal T, so we gotta return the favor

And if you don't respond, that's three strikes on us

(Palmer Squares sandwich) Scrublife bread