Tricked Oddjobs (Ft. Eyedea)

[Verse 1: Advizer, Crescent Moon, both]
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Always brings a warning of the winter season
Which brings the demons intervening in my fucking life
Keeping me up at night, take watch the mic and wish me dreaming
Okay, grab it after me and reach the journ's end
You wanna battle me? The outcomes be determined
Young cannonball Adam be, how I preach a sermon
Hate disgusting rappers cuz that's who I'm least concerned with
But really, y'all made me lose my shit and calm
I wish Biggie Smalls would come back to kill you all
I'm tame and mellow but when they played y'all fool songs
I felt like going Danny Aiello on the boombox
You got these kids kicking drink knowledge, stealing styles like kickboxes (What?)
And wind up with a handful of dick sausage
Is Las Vegas in the house?
Cuz I'm feeling lucky just to be the object of they shit talk

[Verse 2: Nomi]
Day by day, it's more impossible to cope
Bout to break some bottles, tell your girl to grab a coke
Write your last love letter, it's apocalypse now
We be working like plows while you be hoeing around
Better get the message 'fore you get your head severed
I can do it better than your local street legend
Ponder the slaughter of daughters and sons, run
They built the bomb so we mic the drunk
Here's a bill for the bullet bout the burying the booty
All these sharks think they deep but they wade by the buoy
Kennedy cursing cuz I'm serving you, Slim
I've seen where you been, I'm too big for your Tims