[Intro: Tamil Tigers, Kendrick Lamar]
It’s looking like Ayan needs tranquilizer
It’s looking like Nevil needs tranquilizer
Some of you crackers need tranquilizer
And I vow to put you all down

Nwod lla uoy tup wov I dna

[Verse 1: Abhishek]
I squash beef like Kobe under helicopter blades
Blew up in flames like the Chiefs and LA
Shot to the neck leave you bruising like a Bean case
Or canned like the crowd noise, stand back like the proud boys
Standing by burnin bandwagons, Lincoln Financial
Crash out in Calabasas, I pop out with a gas can
A white Bic lighter and golden jersey #24 for some kindling
This ain’t smog it’s smoke, and I know that you want none
Grab a mask fast, might get smoked, Franz in Balkans
Ash on the air, it ain’t incense, I’m incensed as
Reid without burgers or friars near minors

His diction is full of contradictions, he’s fickle minded
Vegetarian on Saturdays like a confused rabbi
Who’s losing his senses, coming to communion for the boozing
When that won’t do it he’ll switch from abusing to infusing, and
Special K’s all it takes to make him hallucinate some greatness
Too late for Nevil’s Chambermaid to capitulate
This coconut motherfucker ain’t even PMSing yet
Brown head cracked, Ax, but insides are curdled milk
Frosted Flakes over here can’t make a tiger quake in fear
You’re no Mowgli, we know it’s only been your dream to Shere
In the Indian cultures which we hold dear
But you can’t change your true colors with just airfare
Sunburning in “Bombay” won’t make you brown
But lamping in Athens won’t make you white
Ski with crackers and throw firecrackers around?
You’re not a vulture, you’re a cuckoo, you’re a fucking parasite

Pipsqueak, pipe down
250-something out of six forty three, now
Duke got you wiped down, UPenn got you wiped down
And for your little friend it looks like Rutgers got him wiped down

Collab for silver, follow fate of Judas in scripture
A Nazi and a Quisling, what a fucking family picture
Surprising that Nevil wanted Braun in the mixture
Passing for cracker is good enough for pervy Hitler
Code-switch for whites and browns, Hannah Montana
The best of both worlds, less India more Indiana
Pedophile aligned, and you’ll go ghost, Diana
Never tried Maggi, shut the fuck up bout Johanna
Wannabee Paddies get Swiftly served, melancholy
Singing “Eye of the Tiger” but all I see are Katy Perries
Colonists spilling bad blood, Puducherry hospital’ty
Cowards shunned sati, so no one’s writing their obituaries
[Verse 2: Akilan]
Bop Bop Bop Bop Bum, EMT became a mortician
No pro bono vas deferens, you’re shooting blanks, but not at your discretion
Blick bop pop pop pop, now I’m firing rounds at your caskets
Prepped bodies drained of all the fluids
You won’t even bleed I’m desecrating for the sport of it
Yeah, lemme preface this

I’m a D1 hater, got scouts hunting me in every stated city
Napoleon, Townshend, Bismarck, St. Louis
A landmark criminal down the river Missouri
Undoing the plague of European nobility
Reparational stint, making up for your crackery
Pyrotechnical stint, free my brothers with IEDs
But sometimes, I just pop out for posterity
Go after your heroes, I’ll make a new enemy
Build a bomb underground, name on it is Kelce
Might mail one to you, I’m anti-Fed Kaczynski
Just waiting to see Taylor’s private jet 3
Biding my time, I’m undercover in KC
And in case you missed it here’s another mention of a timely death in aviation
Kobe, got room for one more, Travy gonna meet you swift, hell or heaven
Slip some TNT with T and T
Kelce, plane blows up like Abhi and me
Mobility gone, no AT&T
Stopped dead in his tracks, how’s that for a tight end
Fiery mess suspended in the sky
Funny I thought LA still touched the land
Shitty city glad to say goodbye
Guess the angels had enough took it with them
Amen, look
I didn’t choose this life

I’ve been ladened with this cross like Osama
Gotta judge your sins against the culture, it’s old trauma
Wanna see nirvana in your murder, the mad Buddha
Eastern clarity, we’ve learned that you’re removed from that
Fallen son, find foundation and then build on that
Basic engineering how the hell you not aware of that
Still keep missing G while building cars like it’s a cure for that
I know you know nothing bout these foreigns
V8+8, 3 in my beige jaguar
Roaring past your F150 union-
Made, but secessionary praise is on the bumper
Read that psalm, better praise your lord
Go and blare your horn, before I pull out mine
Eucharist type shit, I leave a young brain holey
Step in his blood, slip, and then choke on yours
Spray powdered guts, celebratory red forty
Four letter warning, stolen “top of the morning”
Won’t hide your sins, your Kitty Pryde’s transparent
Walls crumbling down, I am the Kool-Aid Man
My thoughts are dense, but you still drown in my headspace
Weighed down by vices you tell your girl friends to not trace
Heavy heart dissected, murmurs loud where the bitch stays
Bile in the chamber, the tailored venom clouds your ways

The men, the women, the kids, the dead
They hide at the break of your shadow’s placenta
The money, the prowess, the fame, not it
The source of their fear’s your not-so-hidden agenda
See, I know your type, sneak athletic with a penchant like
I hope wifey don’t miss me tonight
Closed doors thick walls at the Cordi, right
Underside’s still white, it’s a brown black mamba
Air quotes on the color, but slimy predator? Yeah
Other looting the byeris while you’re fanging a corpse’s ass
Lone horny wreck, that’s all you are when the night crawls

On Bonnelli’s grave, your nuts dry from stroking
OBGYN for sure, know your real intentions
It’s a struggle to finish, you come last in the race
Take it out on the Arabs, go “another to erase Mein Fuhrer.”
I’d try to spread empathy, oh think about the kids
Falling sun lacks humanity, shreds the babies limb by limb
Any person, that’s a tragedy, but you’d put hands in your pants
Children and dead, that’s your M.O., we know
So fuck the clever shit, bear my feelings true
It’s fuck Bibi, fuck Hitler, fuck Diddy, fuck you
Your prophets fallen, hey, you forced my hand
Dealt cards reflected, can you blame a man? I
Got in your heads, saw warring snakes and victim blaming
Elizabethan ties, y’all love suicide if its by barbed wiring
That type of rhetoric typically don’t sit well with me
Sorry for its use, they just bring out worst in me

[Outro: Akilan]
Colonizer archetypes, the wanna-be white and morality’s blight
Free our souls of their mites, embrace your good self, it’s birthright