ROB WASTE: soap opera destruction, show-stopping fuckwit
transfem big l, i'm born dead and rotting
one wrong move and the things you own on auction
and you sleeping in a coffin cause you're acting so dishonest
i often shapeshift into the people you love to trick you
make you come out of your shell like glitched turtles in the matrix
sun god obeying, famous people manifest in satan
the world hating, but it ain't mafuyu tape, sean ford cosign
they ask me why i don't end rhyme sometimes
thats because is rap poetry and poetry don't have to rhyme
and even if it did, i'd still be dope
cause hip-hop needs innovation like vn fans need yanderes
rob waste, john doe, pluxgod, dasmo
4 mecha operators destroying wack mcs homes
yo, i physically manifest myself in gold
if you can't take the heat, get the fuck out of my dome

SoFa Nerd:

If you can't take the heat then get out the kitchen
I hop up on this beat to give it what it is missin
A little bit of soul like it's mixed with chitlins
Or avacado, bacon, mushrooms, the extra fixins
(yeah) getting hungry just trying to listen
So let's change the subject like courts change the mission
Spitting about the Dobb's decision with impeccable diction
How you gonn make plan B an illegal prescription?
When legal, safe, and rare was the first condition
Now niggas ain't self-aware, of what they tryna be wishin
They so addicted to power, they start itchin
We're in a civil war that they are winnin
The master asks the slave to bring the dishes
But we let them off the hook, like... like we were fishin
We gotta take everything back, to the beginin
They complaining about how they can't control women? Now that's bitchin