(Kudos)

Kudos gettin savage
Like them ghouls up in the attic
So we soaked up in the fabric
Now we workin to unravel it
Thought to be inadequate
But brasher than you know
Cause now with Lingo on the track
It’s like their speakers won’t stop rattling
Madder than a hatter dropping acid with a rabbit
And darker than the demons who embody all my habits
Classical fanatics seeking solace in the havoc
We’re the status quo assassins, so ecstatic when we ravage it
Heard them say that we’ve had enough
Two more drinks gonna call the bluff
Time to make a date with a solo cup
Cause you ain’t no fun when you sober up
Laughin at half of em
Make em grovel and grab at the crumbs
Plunder and pillage
Then you can have all the scraps when I’m done
God I need it
Gotta feed it
Confidence and speak conceited
When competitions heated
This is how we always beat it
Tighten up on that loose grip
And bang it out with them new hits
Not so proud when it all goes down and they call you out on that bullshit


(Lex Lingo)

Give me all that bacon, I’m demolishing them piggies
No biggie, but your girlfriend met me, then she lost her skivvies
I asked her if she liked her eggs fried or fertilized
Heard her lying, say she loved you when she let me between her thighs
I’m just playing, I’m a wise guy like Solomon
Write about the green like a High Times columnist
It’s high time for all of this to come into fruition
I’m sick and tired of all the friction, all your wrap sheets are phishing
Put up your fist and pump it like a piston
Like you’re pretty pissed off and now you’re on a mission
No victim blaming
I’m proud I rape the game on a daily basis for my own entertainment
Made a down payment, put my city on layaway
That’s a good investment, that’s some shit you gave away
Living on a day to day, life is my setlist
Keep your lunch money bitch, I’m coming for your breakfast



(Klopfenpop)

We the breakfast club
Gon' bless this cut, don't mess with us
Try and set me up with a little bit of vittles
Don't stop till I say, "Yes, enough."
Bet I'm gruff, load that farm on plate
Don’t make some partial mistake that gon’ be harming my steak
Man it’s a permanent state so put that flame to flesh
Its alarming how you’re fake, my grill game is fresh
I don't mess that Hank Hill propane's a yes
But I'll plain confess, that brickette’s my main finesse
Sustain that mess, with a truckload of smoke
Applewood, maple plank with that bourbon soak
Your roast's a joke, don't let me catch you rollin' folk
With that pre-fab rub, player, no you don't
So phone the pope, cause someone's got some sins to atone ...
You call babyback? Man, your ribs are all bone
So take a bib to the dome,
You're just a blip, you're unknown
So go and picnic alone, your barbie’s been overthrown