Ready, set, vanish!

Like you're people in a panic

Yeah the recall's automatic

Frail fuckers turnin' frantic

Learn that man is

Just another creature

Here to teach ya, new procedure

Bring change to claims of main feature

Heavy hitters like a whale, I beach ya

You wail as I beat ya, you beeitch, yeah

Man is manic, damaged, damn it

Long before the Spanish came to land ships

Mankind been a bad bitch

Yeah I'm just a savage

Another troll for ya catfish

All the bold are on the blacklist, no control is active

All our goals are captive

Holy smokes distractions

Always in the captions

I'm cutting em to fractions

I'm disgusting with a napkin

My discussions are all scratched in stains of mashed phlegm

Drain the Mac-10

I call it spittin' CAPs then

Then pretend I'm on your team, another pawn upon the scene

But not always what you've seen, I'm really here to bomb the queen

Dirty laundry, time to clean

Burn em at the seams,

Oh why do you always gotta act that way

And go and hit em up with such blasphemy

I'm just trying to live it up with attractive pay

And go ahead and have a little bit of action babe

Oh why do you gotta go and act that way

And if anybody is the way to catch a stray

I mean what's with all that fucking blasphemy

Gawd damn can you go ahead and act your age

Oh why do you always gotta go and act that way

Everybody got a motherfucking task they hate

Have a field day, go ahead and procrastinate

Butt don't be an ass when it's time to assassinate

Ha-ha-ha-have an eighth

The THC on this weed, at least half your weight

Works great if you have an ache

Wait!

Shut up dad, it's Maxzen's way

Ima take it over like a Loki

Homie you know me

Kick back on Saturday, laid flat like a pancake

Boil up some sandwich eggs

And hypocrite critics eat shit like a slab of cake

To elaborate

We do it all for passion's sake

Hard to navigate, when we make it right past the gates

What's hate? when they showing up to trash your wake

What's hate? when they love you for your class and race

What's hate? the way I feel about you plastic fakes

From the generation of fuckmates

Who grew up with a fascination for duct tape

Before the internet came to frustrate

We were either god saints or

Just apes

Can't be something in between huh? no, can't inconvein ya, no

But it seems all the traits in these genes

Keep busting at the seams, bruh

So who you trusting in the mean, tough times

Screens, or your rough mind

Better build your own blueprint

Cause you don't know who's sent to keep the truth bent

Your 2 cents or your stable diffusion's

We ain't able with all this confusion

Is it ill or illusion

I know it's in to be out, but it's intrusion

Why do you always gotta act that way

And go and hit em up with such blasphemy

I'm just trying to live it up with attractive pay

And go ahead and have a little bit of action babe

Oh why do you gotta go and act that way

And if anybody in the way to catch a stray

I mean what's with all that fucking blasphemy

Gawd damn, can you go ahead and act your age

Why they always wanna go and act that way

When everybody got a motherfucking task they hate

Have a field day, go ahead procrastinate

But don't be an ass, when it's time to assassinate