[Intro: Sample (Apathy)]
I spend every dime (Here we go!)

[Chorus: Guru Sample]
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"

"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"

When we’re doing our thing you know we don’t fuck around

[Verse 1: Apathy]
Yo, I simply assemble several semi-automatic pistols
To pop you pitiful twits like zits before I lift you
Off the ground like a countdown, NASA to Cape Canaveral
Fuck tapin' a battle, I'll put ya face in the gravel
The ricochets and the shrapnel, will situate in your clavicle
Slip a disc in your back, until you collapse in a casual
Sittin' position, listenin' while I’m spittin' some writtens
The friction buildin' inside of ya mug, while the blood is tricklin'
Drippin' right out your nose like hoes with coke addiction
And under no condition will I break my focused vision
Every flow I’m kickin' go the distance
Make your engine blow the pistons, overthrow kings with no resistance
Show 'em photos of bodies floatin' I brutally break
Got bludgeoned in Vancouver then dropped at Kootenay Lake
I’m never musically fake, I got hundreds of homies
That’ll co-sign my rhymes with a hundred 100 emojis
Always hunt for the phonies who try to bump they bologna
And I’d prolly fuck they slut, if her butt wasn’t so bony
They bums bummin' a bogie, you buzzards are so below me
I’m buggin', I’m never budgin', you motherfuckers, I’m Kobe!
[Chorus: Guru Sample]
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"

"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"

"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"

[Verse 2: Apathy]
And while you rollin' up blunts and light weed
I’m rollin' up on alien squads at light speed
There ain’t another rapper that’s spittin' this like me
That dude you say that's different you like? There's like 3!
I’ve always been consistent, so when suckers bite me
Comin' off like you’re perfect, I’m Kermit with iced tea (exactly)
My brain’s electric currents, like phones they jailbreakin'
Never do us current, I’m currently trailblazin'
Make me following currents on yachts with sails waivin'
You chasin' currency, encouraged to hail Satan
That dude's probably curtsyin' under your breath curse me
There’s curses in my verses so the radio reverse me
Like *Fuck these bitches they can suck my dick*
There ain’t a crew on this planet that can touch my clique
Eclipse whole rapper’s albums with a bullshit mixtape
My shit straight *pops!* up on your ass like click bait
Eviscerate the haters and hang 'em from they intestines
Bitches I’m never stressin' but talk like they interestin'
Bunch of rap whores is like, “Rap for us!”
So I talk right to the camera like Zack Morris
[Chorus: Guru Sample]
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"
"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"

"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"
"Ready to tear shit up"

"When we’re doing our thing, you know we don’t fuck around"