[Verse 1] [Mikh G]
[Verse 2:] [Micah T:]
unh, hitman for hire, "writer, murder your disc."
["it's nice to meet you"] - yeah, yeah, I'm sure that it is.
under this social anxiety, i ain't nervous a bit
other than quote "sobriety" - i just slurr 'cause it fits
walk like i'm from the block, hair's surbaban as shit
flirt with a chick like i'm on the first version as mikh -
with this shotgun, i'm better than a surgeon at CLICK
burstin a CLIP, wrap your head up like a turban that sticks
[fuck this song] - i just made up words that'd fit
break the fourth wall, throw you through the floor on the fifth
so burning this disc/ignoring this shit, i'm not knowing you
i'd love to sit and talk, but i'm not going to
