(Intro: Esoteric)
Yo, yo, It's the E.S.
Brought a couple of cats with me
*************t's about to get sticky
Yo, yo
(Verse 1: Esoteric)
I used to think drinking was a real disgrace
Now I drink till I can't feel my face
Drink till I can't feel the bass 
Up in Magic Mike's truck
Till I'm like what, till my eyes shut
See me in the S class with a fly slut
While I see your ass with a messenger bag
Locking your bike up
I strike up a conversation with the heroine
And shoot myself in the foot like using heroin
******* with the three of us, you could never win 
Cause that was back then, now I stack yen
Date Asian chicks only to attract ends
Cause every white chick I date likes my black friends
When I'm 65, I'm a have a black Benz
Bald, with a monocle, with a black lens
Buy mad art and take a part in wack trends
In a midlife crisis with cash to spend
(Chorus: Esoteric)
Cats don't even want it with my crew
Don't want this to escalate to something
That they just is, just cause
There's just no ******* with these
Devastating emcees
(We devastating)
And since you don't seem to understand
You can ask your man
He can tell you all about the mics that we rip
When we're living as these
Devastating emcees 
(We devastating)
(Verse 2: Celph Titled)
I spark fights with the mic
And leave the pop screen in shambles
************* your mother doggy style
While I be gripping on her love handles
I use a sample and make it unrecognizable
My squad could fire you 
With the mac 11 ignitable 
Piss on a bible while you pray to your God
I do a tour in Shalamon, get infinite head nods
My insignia resembles that of rockets being launched
Record the sound of your head exploding 
And put it in a song
Dead you on a remix, making beats in the graveyard
We off the hook, the map, the meat rack and the ******* radar
Stuck up hoes, how many times I gotta tell you, right
I'd rather ************* a fat ************* with big ******* and cellulite 
*************s is shook, coming at me trying to act hard
When I know you watch Star Trek in a Captain Picard leotard
Numb you quick, smash your head into a juke box
Which in effect, will put you in a studio with Big and 'Pac
I'm no joke like Arsenio Hall stand up
In a title bout, I'll still knock you out, even in handcuffs
This is the lingo for the next level *************s
Who put hand grenades in teddy bears
And give 'em out at Chris*******as
With precise accuracy, destroy anatomies
I'm that ************* that gave that mother ******* apple
To Adam and Eve
Y'all ain't ready for the return of the hog *************t
Esoteric, Apathy and Celph Titled with the rawness
(Chorus: Esoteric)
Cats don't even want it with my crew
Don't want this to escalate to something
That they just is, just cause
There's just no ******* with these
Devastating emcees
(We devastating)
And since you don't seem to understand
You can ask your man
He can tell you all about the mics that we rip
When we're living as these
Devastating emcees 
(We devastating)
(Verse 3: Apathy)
Now that the Gods are older
Roll with whole squads of soldiers
And an entourage of broads 
To massage our shoulders
I only keep hoes to fold clothes and laundry
Feed me and fan me with leaves from a palm tree
Sitting on a chrome like I'm Caesar in Rome
They point my joints in they whips
So they speakers are blown
When I speak, better let it seep deep in your dome
I'm like God, turning blasphemous people to stone
Since the first chromosomes created in sea foam
I dragged my human bones to a plush beach home
When the serpent tried to trick me into copping his fruit
I slipped the *************t in Eve's drink and started knocking her boots
I'm like God, ************* Mother Earth, started breaking atoms
Sexually you're weak, your freaks faking orgasms 
I'm electromagnetically charged 
Till bolts of lightning explode through the 
Tips of my big pens when I'm writing
The fire starter, my esophagus burns phosphorous 
Soft carcass encased in sarcophagus to burst in flames
Thugs got to reverse their range
Cause when my verse is in range, the words hurts their brains
Experts convert the verses into virtual shots
You feel the force like paratroopers in vertical drops
The Demigodz like the firing squad with teks shooting
Three clips to remix this public execution 
(Chorus: Esoteric)