Yo, yo, I put Xero
Junkyard Scientific, Styles, haha
Yo, I thought you knew, I thought, ha, uh
I tell ya, ha, uh
Its like a royal flush, a rush when I bust verbally
Plus crush Earths crust and enemy MCs to dust with one touch
Stonehenge rhyme-riddle a mystery
With Earth-rattle reckonin, rewritin your history
With blistery flesh, meshed with a mess of a civil unrest on wax
Test pressed, scratched with finesse and next
Blessed with extraterrestrial techs
And programmed for the organs above your necks
Undressin hip-hop, and makin it over again
This is the end
Ill men youll never defend
From the deep end, we watch trends, and then we see rock
And devise plans, strand them in the penalty box
To mentally stop brains of virtual train wrecks
Dissect the picture to the words turned up by the text
Whats next? Heat-seeking treats meet your sect
When you spit a thousand words, and havent painted a stroke yet
Believe this, Im only in it for the fiends 
And mean every single sentence that I scream 
Its just the sound as the breakbeat kicks
Thats got us all dancin in the mist 
Believe this, Im only in it for the fiends 
And mean every single sentence that I scream 
Its just the sound as the breakbeat kicks
Thats got us all dancin in the mist, mist
With your incomphrehensible bullet-hole ventilators
Stainless steel metal, invincible, diamond, and platinum-plated
Psychologically fabricated facade
God-sent, and hellbent, are mentally not making any sense to me
Eventually, you tempted me to put you on the choppin block
As a sacrifice to hip-hop when I knock you off
A razor blade, and pop, and lock the axe in
Put your head in a basket as an example for those who pass it
Medievally approaching these festivities
Jump around frequently when you see me, like BDP on PCP
Frequently, me and Mark transform like DMC
To soundwaves of song set in every frequency
Endlessly worthless, crying out your curses
Playin all these games, and turnin this into a circus
Witless, and worthless, and cryin out your curses
Playin all these games…
Believe this, Im only in it for the fiends 
And mean every single sentence that I scream 
Its just the sound as the breakbeat kicks
Thats got us all dancin in the mist 
Believe this, Im only in it for the fiends 
And mean every single sentence that I scream 
Its just the sound as the breakbeat kicks
Thats got us all dancin in the mist
One two, one, one, yeah, one two
Ha, ha, ha, Cash Double-Oh, Xero, 818, you know? Thats how we do
Xero, 818, you know? Thats how we do
Yeah, check it out, yall, check it out, Cash Double-O
Tell your grandparents, tell your brother and sister, tell everybody, ha 
One two, ha, ha, one two, ha, one two 
Yo, can you hear me?
Haha, its like that
I aint takin it back, haha