[Verse 1: ML2]
Same ol' shit, same studio
Back seat in the whip because I can't drive
36 hours in the mix working overtime
Stretching like a [?] hip
Smooth with the sax and the beats pretty funky
A junky for rap while your bars sounding musty
Trust me, catch me at the top while your flunking
I'm chilling by the lakes, while the rest down in 'tucky
[Verse 2: Luca Serrano]
I'm a man of my word
I don't talk shit, I leave the water to burn
I came with a work, ay yo my [?]
Concerning my skill, Improving my kill count
I'm the chill to your winter
I'm a worth piece of work, got the keys in my hand
Hey bitch, you better keep count
Arch with my words, and careful with my rhymes
I'm a need a syllable recount
I'm a new wave rapper, a new shit talker
Stole the candy from the store, ate it from the wrapper
I'm clean while you a scrapper
[Verse 3: ML2]
Burning through the base
Little trick you can't catch me
A full count strikeout
Cause bitch I'm pitching leftie
[Verse 4: Luca Serrano]
It's the duo you can't touch
Trust me
We make it work
Keeping the workload hefty
[Verse 5: ML2]
Bitch, we like a raven
With a plastic bottle noose
I [?] you to the pulp
And make you into Beetlejuice
[Verse 6: Luca Serrano]
Gonna murder this
Put the Wayne in the Bruce
Wave a white flag
I ain't talking no truce
[Verse 7: ML2]
Yo, loaded to the tip
Tech nine looking chunky
I smoked you so fast
Even Luca got the munchies
[Verse 8: Luca Serrano]
Sell weed and get drunk
While you still cheap
We not making money
But we kill with a clean sweep
[Verse 9: ML2]
Tipping over ships
And I'm causing oil spills
Giving PETA [?]
And turning green like chlorophyll
[Verse 10: Luca Serrano]
We mean what we write
And we aren't steady fronting
Pass off the mic
Maybe you should tell them something
[Verse 11: ML2]
Well, I never been to hell or to a cell
But if your teams against the bus
You better check your personnel
Load in the shell and then we buck like tony snell
Have your family waking up to 16 church bells
Repping bus 1-6 better bring the noise
Have you flipped head to tail like Abe Lincoln on coins
Your whole damn clique like [?]
I ain't talking no joy, your set's gayer than the Remy Boyz
Keep the underground loaded tight making heavy boys
Bus going out with a bang, that's confetti toys
Shaking at the knees, sweating heavy, that's some weak joints
Regret taking shots, hell no, we got 3 points
Sleeping on the team, you 6 deep in the box
Oh you thought you had her cuffed, well we're picking the locks
Out at first base, [?] like sox
Lucky [?] 44 like Fox
Looking like a feather when your whole team flocks
But you bit on the bait, we up with poles on the dock
[Verse 12: Luca Serrano]
Got you mad, called you out, caught lacking
Got you in the hot seat, now you back tracking
A man called me shit but I ain't fazed
At the end of the day I'm straight, not fazed
You been talking shit and I hit back
Not saying I run shit, [?] with the facts
I speak my mind, write rhyme, get racks
Spazzing without, the panic attack
I see through your bluff, and straight to your flaws
I would assume your name already lost
Double down, cool down, I'm the boss
Double down, cool down, I'm the boss
[Verse 13: ML2]
Bitch, I'm back, but I bet you never guessed it
I'm taking down the crown playing chess, so check it
You no life fag picked the wrong clan to mess with
Off your whack shit, can't hear you leave a message
Sipping on a sprite, kiddy cocktail on ice
My flow is blind as the night, better turn on the brights
If a thot comes to slice she getting played like dice
Who you think I am ho, I don't want genital lice
Yo, the whole damn bus is an opposite breed
And if you dissing us you probably can't read
I ate to take a shot at your low self-esteem
But we just wrecked your whole team, headshot, quad feed
