Never heard of us, go check your social media, Up all night from searchin' on Wikipedia, I'm not a pimp, I'm a full-bred player hater, havin sex with a celebrity impersonator, we add a touch of gold, call me King Midas, DJ scratching' all night--dermatitis, no bullshit, certified verse-wrecker, ice-cold stare, bitch I'm Tim Heidecker, at the whorehouse, only nigga not paying', only guy dancing when the music stops playing, smooth with the big girls, BBW's, I'm talking chicks that could almost double you, 3AM in a deep south diner, all alone, piss drunk, sipping on Shiner, met a girl there and she asked me to find her, woulda took her home but she looked like a minor, this girl love me and we haven't even hooked up, I'm on stage and my mic ain't even hooked up, you say you're lost but you've never even looked up, I read books on tour, yeah I'm booked up, (X2) the root of all evil, no it's not money, I don't watch scooby-doo, shit's not funny, caught you readin pages out the neon bible, need to find friends that are much more reliable, I'm wrong a lot-- but I'm right a lot, too, yeah, I read a lot, but I write a lot too, am I too vague or am I too graphic, antisocial or sociopathic, the girl said that she saw me on the internet, she comin' over, I ain't even pressed enter yet, girl's hella wet, I ain't even in her yet, she's addicted, so I gave her nicorette ya didn't want her till you saw me out wit her, tryna look cool, like ya work at urban outfitters, our love is so bioshock infinite, i'm your booker, and girl, you're my elizabeth don't mention it, and don't mention her tall glass of water served room temperature, watch your mouth, bruh , those words are not allowed, say something' that might make ya mama proud, if I forget my own lyrics, I apologize still looking at the world through my father's eyes, well, at least that's what I hypothesize, I dunno man, I'm runnin outta alibis this girl love me and we haven't even hooked up, I'm on stage and my mic ain't even hooked up, you say you're lost but you've never even looked up, I read books on tour, yeah I'm booked up, (X2)

I’m. A. Neighborhood playa/ I’m on another layer/ everytime I check in, I’m the motherfuckin’ mayor/ fuck a naysayer with a bottle full of Ritalin/ throw a little in, hit a blunt with only richer men/ People think it’s interesting/ sanity’s diminishin’/ not afraid to punch a nigga, not afraid to finish him/ No rims on my ride, no ice on my neck/ just hundreds of songs, I value respect/ Nobody does it better homey, tell me who I’m sleepin’ on/ creepin’ on you niggas from a distance like a peepin’ tom/You don’t wanna start the shit, you and I are opposites/ strapped like I’m ready for the undead apocalypse/ CHORUS: I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason I’m runnin’ this town, you niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me, fool, I’m Perry Mason I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Who?) I’m Perry Mason I’m runnin’ this town, you niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me (Why?) I’m Perry Mason I hit the plane down, no survivors, somethin’ outta nothin’, MacGyver, I’m on my Hustle Crowe, spit it ‘til they know it’s me, Just in case they didn’t know I’m droppin’ ghetto poetry, Might be lookin’ younger, but I’m feelin’older, Searchin for the truth, call me Agent Mulder, I’m like a vinyl track, real until my final rap, Music ain’t a joke this is Fust, not Spinal Tap, Hit ‘em with the rhythm that ba-dum-boom pap, For the sold out shows with the whole room packed, Hit ‘em with the rhythm that ba-dum-boom pap, For the sold out shows with the whole room packed, CHORUS: I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason I’m runnin’ this town, you niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me, fool, I’m Perry Mason I’m Perry Mason (Yup!) I’m Perry Mason, I’m Perry Mason (Who?) I’m Perry Mason I’m runnin’ this town, y’all niggas is just chasin’/ Law can’t touch me (Why?) I’m Perry Mason I'm as real as a black man crossin' the street, pushin' a shoppin' cart home, two kids in the seat Aw, don’t be sad, man, just because I stack paper, Got me feelin’ like a mad man, ha, Don Draper, No, I never needed style cause I’ve always had a presence, We are all that care to know, never had a message, So, if you’re done resting, I’ll hit the ground wrestling, To prove that I’m The best thing up until the next thing, Posted up at the tire shop, please believe that new wheels for a singer, so I never be flat I’m doin’ things other rappers wish they could, Shoot a nigga in the dick—achewood.

Dwell on the future, but remember the past, it's never the past, forever it lasts, forever we ask, what happened to class, and what happened to us, we made trouble in our bubble and it happened to bust, we never adjust we just lust for less stress, and a life of excess, with all the best sex, while you collect checks, from north to southwest, and live without rest, depressed and die stressed? Feelin so conflicted, my mind has been evicted, yeah that shit drifted, I'm feelin like a Misfit, except I'm not Danzig, my band's not Rancid, every now and then, I'd like the whole place dancin', The youth started swarmin' on music without warning, punk died yesterday, hip-hop, this morning, Seems like a must to talk shit about Fust, yet they can't see us like a temple full of dust, this ain't showbiz, this is prostitution, and it makes me laugh harder than the Constitution, head high in the trees like a damn brontosaurus, head high in the trees, man mother fuck a chorus, thoughts deeper than a forest, and ya never get lost, throw a rufie in your champagne, call me Rick Ross, Light skinned nigga with a dark skinned flow, Is that yo girl, can I say hello A tall fellow,I see some Simpsons niggas, yeah you all yellow Scarecrow with no brain, I'm the Tin Man, that's my name, And these bitches know I'm heartless cause I gave it to the game I'm so wild you are tame, Y'all niggas should be ashamed, I'd call ya out by name  But all you rappers sound the same  Dude wrap it up, and just get back   I eat the beat then I shit rap, She bring it here and I hit that,  I'll break it off girl, kit kat Thank you, baby. I feel better, since we had that talk... (x2)

(It's a dead end, my friend...) Shit man, no one coulda guessed, we'd be dressed to impress, at a mothafuckin' bank, with a bulletproof vest, got a glock in my hand, two shotties on my back, jack knife in the belt loop, keep a nigga strapped, 'cause I'm on full attack, this gat bounce back, and I focus when I shoot, you won't get around that, so just give 'em up smooth, I am not who ya think, no you better not move, don't talk, don't blink, got a bomb on my chest, no I don't fuck around, 'cause if I'm goin' down---we all goin' down. Cash in the duffel bag, hands on the floor, get me what you got and we're out the back door, you know I don't sweat, but I'm grittin' my teeth, got a hockey mask on with my face underneath And it's a straight jack move, nigga, Tek to ya neck with the hairpin trigger, let ya ass live at the bottom of the river, please don't get up, 'cause my bullets will deliver, And it's a straight jack move, nigga, Tek to ya neck with the hairpin trigger, let ya ass live at the bottom of the river, Man. It's a straight jack move, nigga. We running' to the car and I hear cop sirens, comin' up fast and they all want violence sorry everybody, that was never my mission, foot to the gas and my key in the ignition, speeding' down the road, got cops right behind me, shooting' blindly, swervin' so they won't find me, left on the next lane, right on the next road, get the cop dizzy, load a clip, and then unload, all day beast mode, never caught one time can't slip up if I wanna see the sunshine, hard on the first take, movin' like crunch time, can't touch mine, I don't even need a punchline And it's a straight jack move, nigga, Tek to ya neck with the hairpin trigger, let ya ass live at the bottom of the river, please don't get up, 'cause my bullets will deliver, And it's a straight jack move, nigga, Tek to ya neck with the hairpin trigger, let ya ass live at the bottom of the river, Man. It's a straight jack move, nigga. I know you thought you could win, but you all thought wrong, when I saw your picture up on hoeniggas.com, dirty as a motherfucker, can't smell me? man, my flow so sick, it got HIV They told me that my baby boy had to be dead it had been too long, this is what they said, now we found him alive, and we ran to help, he wasn't gone…he was just somewhere else.

Doin' em' wrong...(x11) Jon Banks comin' at ya hard with the dope flow, f*** you and ya crew if you don't know, yeah, we still about Make Money, Get Paid, now we sh** money, make music, get laid, On my Evo, crazy like Steve-O, stuntin' all day, n*** , Evel Knievel, I wanna check wit' a whole lotta zeros, I do not act, but I will rob your deniro. (What?) (Yup, yup, yup...) (Muthaf*** a, say what?) Forever I'm reckless, you'd never expect this, I spit bars that connect better than Tetris, Check this, You're before, I'm after, I'm your favorite rapper's, favorite rapper, favorite actor? That's Jack Nick. My gun's already out, so you better act quick. Beat slowed down, lemme handle that sh** , (Inhale) Went too far, Pass me the mic or pass the guitar, past where you were, past where you are, faster you bleed, the faster you scar, worldwide savior, American sin, losin' my mind like I'm Eric & Tim, I'm a mamba, I'm a cobra, I'ma bite you and never even know ya, You can shake your feet or you can take ya seat, either muthaf*** in way, I'ma rape the beat. (I'ma rape the beat, gonna rape the beat) What you know about PG, reppin' D-Town on my very next CD, come see me, tonight on TV, DVD, or this MP3, you can't be me, no you're not worthy, pimpin' til' I'm 45, like James Murphy, remember when you said we'd get out the hood one day? I'm sayin' 'Nah, n*** , let's do it Monday!'

Til' I decease, I'm killin' these beats, feelin' these streets, start jumpin', ya heart thumpin', while you still in ya seats, and there'll never be peace, rap wars, battles at least, test prose when the west coast rattles the east, test shows that the best flows come outta beefs, the best know where the rest go? Neither do we, I don't wanna stay down to earth, I wanna smother the seas, cover the trees, enforce what my mother believes, fake crap, I'll save that, for another release, infect rap like the clap or some other disease, and these melodies shouldn't shock 'cause I've said worse, lyrically head-first, next song to the next verse, breach my freedom of speech, screech til' my chest hurts, strain the right side of my brain, til' the rest works, an excerpt, from my hip-hop bonanza, will have ya hands up, in a single stanza, won't give up til' ya damn family stands up, callin' me da boss like I was Tony Danza, Tried to swallow my pride and nearly choked/ because I toke on reality’s blunt, I’m in the smoke/ I awoke with my blood in my mouth, what’s the cure to my cancer/ million-dollar question with the hundred dollar answer/ the truth…is that there is no truth/ I gotta say that sh** is more relative than ya Aunt Ruth/ this ain’t a hobby, I gotta get paid right/ I’m rappin’ for my life, no time for stage fright/ I won’t say, I’m the greatest of my day/ but put me in time-out, n*** , I don’t play (es, you’re waiting for a call, while they wonder why you haven’t, as I call that name again, yes, it’s such a filthy habit. No, they’re chiseling at a wall, with an empty room behind it, built it sixteen months ago, but we’ve grown oh so absent-minded, Maybe this stream of consciousness, will drown us all, (fingers crossed), no more wading bright, blue waters; no tasting bits of moss. I were to wake up blinded, think I’d finally be at peace, are we praying, are we choking, either way, I’m on my knees, Used your father’s hands, to cover both your mother’s eyes, no friends; just people too polite to tell you otherwise. Just try to fill the time between, your next epiphany, and, yeah, I think you’ll die, as whatever you were trying to be; No, I know that you will leave, a peaceful death, along the shore, with the face that made you famous; the look that you were going for.)

40 Miles Down… I'll be watching you… …through my periscope. They tell me pain is relative so maybe it's my father drowning in my sorrows while I'm breathing underwater, I'll never feel it comin' when the trigger gets pulled, And my brain goes splat, cause this nigga gets fooled, Found me outside with the baseball bat, and a man beat dead with his face all flat, 'cause I'm not your friend man, there's no camaraderie, hip-hop's apart of me, flows through my arteries, I'm not a prodigy, more like an oddity, lost on a journey that turned into an odyssey, Not who I oughta be, but I know I'm gonna be, more of an artist and less of an anomaly, Hey, can you follow me? Even into dark places, I see the veins in your eyes when your heart races.