[Verse 1: Joey Nato]
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up (Uh)
But, we kinda both know you won't show up (Nah!)
I'm chillin' with your chick and doing yoga (What?)
Pretty funny how you both use your Boyga
"I thought you were kind", nah, homie, that's a load of
Rolling with the Rosemary, baby in the stroller
Hate it when you speak, so, don't make another squeak
Going in that deep, then I'll throw you in the creek, ooh!
Everybody calling me the producer
Can't rap, check again, are you sure?
This beat's my daughter, I'm 'bout to abuse her (*gasp*)
Chill, bro, it came from a computer
Bottled-up like Poland Springs
Like an audition, they know to sing
I quit my job, like seventeen times
Since I turned like seventeen
Get a check, ka-ching, then I kill the competition
That's why I got a set of special knives in the kitchen (Woo!)
Forget him in a second, I've been kickin' through eleven
Talking about how we could cook up in a second
But, the record is inevitable that I'll become a legend
I've been settling amongst 'em once somebody let me in
But, then again, I never gave a damn about a hand out
I'm teaming up with Crypt, and now, I really got a chance, now
Talking to me crazy, then we're gonna have a camp-out
Boy, you better man up or there's gonna be a man down (Ooh!)
Man, I got it in the bag like you
And now, I never really rap fast, that's true
But, just know, if you're gonna take shots
Then I'm gonna aim shots, rata-tat-tat at you
Whoops, I think I rhymed 'you' twice
Can you roll with me? That's no dice
Just know I got it and I'm psychotic
And, trust me, boy, that's for life, Nato
[Hook: Joey Nato's Wife, Crypt]
I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!)
There's a fuse up in my mind and it might blow
I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!)
Put the bodybags hot-headed, but I'm ice cold

[Verse 2: GAWNE]
Uh
I've been working, I've been working
Nine-to-five, no, more like 3-6-5, ho
Wide-eyed, no sleep
I-I-I was up all night like a light pole
I just might go
A little psycho on the mic, yo
When I write flows in fifteen minutes, no Geico (Brrt!)
And, honestly, I gotta be the hottest of commodities
'Cause every time I get up on the beat, I give it a lobotomy
I'm ripping it like a prodigy
The motherfucking haters won't admit it when I spit it, but, even the critics know
That I've been winning every single time I enter in the building
You'll be witnessing the G.O.A.T. as I'm going in for the photo finish
With a V12 locomotive fuckin' engine
On coal, when I spit
Chick-chick-chick, loadin' the clip
Like a soldier, doot-doot, I'mma put a bullet in a bitch
[?] in this COVID-19 when I poke an IV through a hole in your neck
Yep-yep-yep, everyone on Twitter wanna talk
Till they find your, woof-woof, body, it was smelled by the dogs Outlined in the chalk
Put the shotty in the back till I move it to the [?]
Yeah, I think I just got pneumonia
My flow is too sick, like was sticking my dick in a different hole
And got syphilis, I am an incubus
Fingering bitches and licking their toes
Take a different approach doing liquor and coke
Till I throw up the picture with a sniffling nose
Yeah, my motto is simple- the boobies and nipples
But, never the women, 'cause women are hoes
[Hook: Joey Nato's Wife], Crypt
I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!)
There's a fuse up in my mind and it might blow
I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!)
Put the bodybags hot-headed, but I'm ice cold

[Verse 3: Crypt]
Uh
I'm not alright in my brain, that's fine ([?])
'Cause I jot down rhymes in the quarter of the time (Okay)
Plus twine, that's why my sixteens are more precise (Haha!)
I put a fork in your side till you're scorched and fried
You claim you're worth a mill', but you ain't a portion size
These looks can deceive, call them bitches 'Poison Ives'
'Cause they stun a motherfucker by force in sight ([?])
But, as a foresight, ha
And everybody wanna say the only skill that we possess
Is the ability to chop it, like we dropping hits with Tech
But, he done called me an elitist, so, get to sucking on my penis
'Cause I'm a chopper, chopper, chopper, and I'm a god, like I was Jesus
Dropping all of these diseases, all of y'all don't want to see this
'Cause you won't even believe it, money stacking to the ceiling
Used to seeing a million dollars, like my name was fucking Regis
And I'm real with this shit, pop-pop
Get killed when I spit, the banana clip peels when it hits
You can feel when it spits
Hollow tips to your grill and your lips (Woo!), make you talk real weird in this bitch (Haha!)
Just a bunch of gun bars to fill this shit up (What?)
I hope you get SARS or your lungs fill up (What?)
And you make it to Mars when the Earth gives up
And you get run over by a real big truck (Haha!)
The point of this verse is I'm very psychotic
And rap about anything that the kid want to
Won't sweat in the sauna, I spit at a llama
I freeze all the lava, I speed in the Honda
And the eeney-meeny-weeny tiny fucking hoes
I'mma catch a fuckin' rapper by the Tiger, his toe
And, if he hollers, I'mma let him go
But then, I'll find him again just to snag his soul
[Hook: Joey Nato's Wife, Crypt]
I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!)
There's a fuse up in my mind and it might blow
I go psych-, I go psych-, I go psycho (Woo!)
Put the bodybags hot-headed, but I'm ice cold

[Outro: Joey Nato's Wife]
I go psycho