[Killer Mike:]
Killer Mike and El-P,
Fuckboys know the combination ain't healthy,
Tell me if you smell the
Marijuana hangin' off my breath.
Blowin' smoke and I'm coughin' like I'm damn near death,
If I died right now, I would be so fresh to death,
They would have to say, «That fat mothafucka coffin fresh.
Goddamn fat bastard, where that mothafucka's casket?»
But, naw, baby, you gon' get this here vertical,
Every word murderful,
Surgical, painful, purposeful,
And I'm takin' left off your fuck list personal.
Woo, they done let that fuckin' Mike out,
It's like Tyson in the '80s, nigga snap and punch your lights out,
It's like Tyson in the '90s, if I'm losin' take a bite out.
I'm so mothafuckin' grimy,
So mothafuckin' greedy, gritty,
Mama said she couldn't breast feed ‘cause I was bitin' at the titty.
Beast!
[Hook: Until the Ribbon Breaks]
So I think we've burned our bridges, but it's difficult to tell,
I've been walking through the ashes, saying, «Didn't we do well?»
So I think we'll have to pay for this, but I'm not afraid of hell.
I've been walking through the ashes, saying «Didn't we do well?»
[El-P:]
Killer Mike and El-P, fuckboys think about it,
Fuck you gonna sell me, you don't know a thing about us!
Women dosed with ayahuasca drum circle and sing about us,
Dolphins prone to rape'll hear the tape and stop to think about it,
Monks will immolate themselves until the record hits the shelves,
Yetis walk right out the woods to cop it without thinkin' ‘bout it,
Workers at the sweatshop kill they boss to how the vets drop,
Worker ants surround their queen and chew the bitch's head off,
Drug dogs bark at the tour bus when it park,
Priests take the cock out of their mouths to hum along when the chorus drop.
At the least we are the most beef and broc on your fuckin' block,
The bass make a whale off of the coast scream, «Y'all gotta stop!»
Used to be the new kid till I grew into that new shit,
Emperors that hear the tunes admit that they are nudists.
Move, we comin' through and we are ruthless,
Mama said I wouldn't leave the womb without a Yankee and some new kicks.
[Hook: Until The Ribbon Breaks]
So I think we've burned our bridges, but it's difficult to tell,
I've been walking through the ashes, saying, «Didn't we do well?»
So I think we'll have to pay for this, but I'm not afraid of hell.
I've been walking through the ashes, saying «Didn't we do well?»