[Verse 1 - Josh (Jacob)]
It's the vizual assassin
Always up and at 'em
Attackin' the jazz in this beat til it's Utah-flat, man
Straight with the passion, passin' an oop pass then
(While I'm slammin' and slashin'
Sorry Ben, but this beat is gettin' lashed and
I'm smashin' the machine you made it on)
I'm speechless, holy crap, man
Comin' at you, straight dashin' like hopes and dreams never happened
(Rappin' more than you and your friend
Me and mine, we here to the end
Stickin' through it all 'til we drop the ball)
Ha, you never drop the ball, if you see a hand, man, pass it
I'm flashin', I'm on speed and the point of entry is bleeding
That's for you mangina-having, the wack, the tampon-needing
(Not necessarily the one gettin' it
But the one with it
And still tryna hit it, but I already smashed it
I didn't plan to pass it)
That's real, homie, it takes guts, most lack it
The man is white Kobe, don't knock it, you're too wack, kid
--------, it's just two teenagers' rap racket
(Flow? We don't lack it
I just read up on it in a hip hop packet
Other rappers missed out so they think they got a reason to pout
But there is no doubt, rap is what we about)
Walk with a pimp lean, you flame like you got gout
Pound for pound, our sound is stylish, taking Polo routes
Your style's depleted like muscles needing amino acids
I know a couple ladies in need of vitamin D
And I'm happy to feed the needy 'til I'm all out

[Verse 2 - Josh (Jacob)]
This is our life and I look at it like it's my last
And if I ever tie myself down then I'd be bound by virtue of past
Really, I'd never prevent my movement
See Jacob and I assist 'im like caste
But when I get this baton I pass
Batter at plate, you better think fast
(Swing away, it could be your last
This rhyme scheme will turn out nasty
But I'll never say lastly
'Cuz I hope to never stop
'Til I pass the top and create a new spot)
And them dewdrops ain't wet as the flow
'Cuz I do rock beats like rock & roll
And when I roll out, bruh I'm Snorlax, and I'm more relaxed than a muh
When I'm on these beats it's like therapy, make 'em scream "heaven above"
(And if you ain't gettin' no love then change your ways, son
'Cuz life's really about fun, don't spoil it with a gun)
Unless it's a lyrical thang 'cuz I'm sprayin' this thang and I'm piercin' them veins
'Til you can't move, prevented movement like stasis
And stay thin or face it, I'm phat
That's just the type of Oscar Meyer weiner that I pack
I'm Anthony Weiner
(You think the words can't get meaner
Well, they could get cleaner
But what's the point in that? I go in hard when I rap
You tend to lack the skills to fire back)
And skills in general, at that
If you gon' step, don't half-step, brotha
Expand your dialect
You die or lack, your bars get sliced just like a tire flat
(And the beat you made is wrecked all 'cuz we flexed
Get decked and smacked by the lyricism we exhale)