[Verse 1: Novatore]
Yeah! We playin' Punch-Out!! and Double Dragon
Me and Goat collab and it's like Steamboat vs. fuckin' Savage
Spree killers flee the scene with bodies stuffed in attics
Gangsters wreakin' havoc 'cause they lost in lots of dust and acid
Fuck a JanSport, I'm transportin' drugs in caskets
Jeffrey Dahmer stuffin' lungs inside some drums of acid (Sick motherfucker!)
The CIA been fundin' ugly habits now that they've imported all this crack and cops are cuffin' addicts (Fucked up!)
The scene on paint is really fuckin' tragic
Full Metal Jacket, '87 like we just established (Baby!)
Was makin' money, that was nothin' average
'Til the market crashed and now my average check is nothin' lavish (Not at all!)
They stealin' bread, some dope for someone fuckin' halfwits
The type to bust their guns when they get caught in traffic
The type your sons look up to but they're psychopathic
Michael Myers types but this ain't fiction, this shit fuckin' happens
[Chorus: Novatore]
We in a black and grey Mercedes
Goin' back into the past into the days in which my parents made me
I'm talkin' back up in the '80s
'87 back when crack done hit the streets and cats were goin' crazy
We in a black and grey Mercedes
Goin' back into the past into the days in which my parents made me
I'm talkin' back up in the '80s
'87 back when crack done hit the streets and cats were goin' crazy
[Verse 2: Lord Goat]
We cook dope in every apartment in Glenwood Houses
Work up in the couches like accountants, open your head like twin fountains
I'm a foul surgeon, hurt you if you missin' ounces
Never take a loss with the magic, yo, watch it when I'm shiftin' mountains
You can't relate, live with your mother like Norman Bates
Blinky whip across your face, the syrup inside the goblet, the coffin, we tryna sip the pain
I've been an orphan since sixteen, never been the same
'Cause now it's rangers with ski racks and stacks
All Beretta aimed, elevator sales to whoever
We left 'em in the rain, Dodge Chargers and dust blunts, godfathers and face carvers
Rockin' turtlenecks and a bomber like an '86 Benetton Rugby, sonics, we bang harder
My dogs clippers and real blades, now meet the barber
An acetone flow, the baggies got the instant karma
Newest De Palma, I'm shootin' movies, you shootin' dope until they cut your arm off
[Chorus: Novatore]
We in a black and grey Mercedes
Goin' back into the past into the days in which my parents made me
I'm talkin' back up in the '80s
'87 back when crack done hit the streets and cats were goin' crazy
We in a black and grey Mercedes
Goin' back into the past into the days in which my parents made me
I'm talkin' back up in the '80s
'87 back when crack done hit the streets and cats were goin' crazy