So Lethal (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden)

Yo, where we goin' today? 'Cause I'm broke, and they're buyin' low No meetin' quota today, we're gonna blow right by it, bro Buckle up, we're goin' lethal, and I don't mean injection It might as well be, though, 'cause I got a death wish (I've been sentenced) We'll go where nobody goes for the best scrap selection And with all the profit we pull, I think it's time to get to spendin' We gotta keep it lethal, cleanin' up some messes Any junk that we haul is always handled with profession Trust me, it's legal (we would never steal), we've got defenses (lawyers on retention) My boss ain't evil, he's just beyond comprehension (do it for the company) Just get the job done, never ask what for? You'll get evasive answers like it was Lovecraft lore Get aboard the ship quick, it isn't gonna wait We gotta hoard more, but what is it gonna take? To make an empire out of rubber duckies? I suspect something is up (is it just me?) Brush it under the rug, and nobody bug out We're already in deep, will anyone come out? I got a wake-up call by makin' too much sound I'm not the only ugly motherfucker who's around A lot of claws and teeth are gonna rip and chomp ya So make like a tree and get to the choppa These extraterrestrials really want me dead You see now, doesn't that predator reference feel appropriate? Don't forget quota check 'cause the manual's the law Back to the ship, quick, did we get it all? (Fuck, something's on my head) is it my grandma? (Why would you say that?) 'Cause it isn't gettin' off That's lethal, and I don't mean by injection So lethal, we keep it clean with ejection See ya later, JK, never I don't wanna follow him (because I can hear a landmine tickin') One small step for men might mean another massive mess for the women I'm just kiddin' (well, kinda sorta), I'm not gonna risk tryna pick your corpse up We're already gonna get fined enough, we need a lower bar set by the higher-ups Another poor performance? They're annoyed, apparently, I'm paranoid If truth be told, I'm not superstitious, but I've learned how a ladder will give you stitches Shh, lie low, be still and silent (there's a giant nearby, just be quiet) I'm tryin' (uh, she ain't movin', what should we do?) Keep groovin' Does your loot hang low? Is it such a mother lode Can you wrap it like a gift, and then top it with a bow? Then present it to Cthulhu or the devil, I don't know Does your loot hang low? Oh, I love that tune, but I did the vibe check I think I'm all alone (sigma grind set) But don't waste the clock, you gotta do your time Just like a Rubik's Cube, they want you in line With an airtight suit, and routine to boot Your resolution weak, but pristine the loot So keep climbin' higher, I'm ascendin', people What you call Eldritch, I call my equal 'Cause I'm lethal, and I don't mean by injection So lethal, we keep it clean with ejection See ya later, JK, never