[Intro]
C-Lance

[Verse 1: Apathy]
Aleister Crowley out in Cali in a black Audi
It's what these crackers crown me, that's why I rap rowdy
I saw the power that I had, it scared the crap out me
My studio started lookin' a little crack-house-y
My gun clap loudly, that's how we act now, we
Bat down these whack clowns, we slap with the butt of the shotty
The automatic military weapon left inside a bunker
Hunker down and wonder if the sound above is bombs or thunder
It's a summer full of quarantine
And corpses steamin' in a pile miles high, organs leaking
All they leavin' arе extreme intеnts inside these warrin' regions
In they whores I'm leavin' foreign semen, orphans screamin'
We them horrible demons with mortal hordes and legions
Sorcerer speakin' assorted evil that forms a bein'
Six-foot-two, my spit cook food
And big books too they used to read in Timbuktu
It's like a mystery school I spit a sick sixteen
And make Scooby-Doo shit inside the Mystery Machine
And I'm rippin' off my mask like you meddlin' kids
We'll settle this biz with Beretta metal that shred up your ribs
And I'ma edit my writtens, with that Predator vision
It's infrared when I'm spittin', I give your neck an incision
You hear the records are skippin', all the birds stop chirpin'
Somethin' horrible's lurkin', it's in the form of a serpent
[Chorus: Scratched Samples]
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (To diagnose, you get to ghost)
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Finesse (T-T-To Diagnose, you get to ghost)

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Goddammit, Celph Titled done struck again
He gotta be an alien, call the fuckin' Navy in
And when the scientific proof emerges, I'm shootin' surgeons
'Cause they was witness to my internal electric circuits
A black belt degree of a crook
Always fuck your bitch face down, I forget how she looks
I seen two officers (what you did?)
And kicked 'em in they ass so hard, now they need stool softeners
So while I wait for your video to buffer, I installed a gun muffler (My bullets sound bad, motherfucka!!!)
When sippin' lean you see the loose seal
Put fetty on your head, hit 'em with the Desi Arnaz
I'm a G to a T, hundred percent 'bout it
On my HDTV we fill basements with bombs and flip houses (Boom!)
Melt off the face of your backup dancers
Live on stage and leave you with stage 4 cancer
[Chorus: Scratched Samples]
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (To diagnose, you get to ghost)
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T-T-Try yo' best) Word!
Finesse (T-T-To Diagnose, you get to ghost)

[Outro]
Y-Y-You get to ghost