Who? Talkin' to, talkin' to
Who is it? Who is it, who is it?
Talkin' to, talkin' to
Talkin' to, talkin' to who is it?

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, freeze
Give it up, mm, geeze
That's enough breathe
Lil' bit of ooh sleaze
You're in my streets
Rollin' up my trees
You got no steeze
Run along bitch, leave
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, freeze
Give it up, mm, geeze
That's enough breathe
Lil' bit of ooh sleaze
You're in my streets
Rollin' up my trees
You got no steeze
Run along bitch, leave
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you

Greetings ladies and gentlemen my name is Ez Mil
I'm fairly new to the game but I came to eat and kill
Hope you don't think I'm insane 'cause man I'm pretty chill
So lemme drink this propane and down these sleeping pills
Yeah, intoxication rules this hypocritic-nation
What's a truer helping agent?
Than this media that's got us playin'
Got us wastin' our lives on superficial shit kinda like
"I know I still don't got the budget for the groupie videos
Where the booties are all shakin'
from these stupid lil' hoes"
I've been tryna send a message to a cupid on the low
Prayin': "Please give me a bad bitch
that can truly be my own! "
Yeah, scrollin' through the ways
that the industry's tryna soak
Through subconscious orchestration
then they shove it down your throat
Cultural manipulation's how they run it through the globe
And they aim at all the brain-dead mothafuckaz and you know

That it's you, freeze
Give it up, mm, geeze
That's enough breathe
Lil' bit of ooh sleaze
You're in my streets
Rollin' up my trees
You got no steeze
Run along bitch, leave
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, freeze
Give it up, mm, geeze
That's enough breathe
Lil' bit of ooh sleaze
You're in my streets
Rollin' up my trees
You got no steeze
Run along bitch, leave
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout

Swiveling through my blind phase
I'm cripple and new as I change
The sickening news that rhyme's lame
They picky and choose so I hate (Hate, hate, hate)
I hate the miniature visions, y'all have for your lives
Like you don't have any pride
Would you just open your eyes?
There's a whole plethora of music to choose
But I guess the masses fuck with
the artists loose in the screws
Only scratchin' the surface that's
brought through by YouTube and news
Scorching fire in the furnace of the
youth who use it and loose
The portion of their cerebellum that prevents
Extortion of wanting inhalants influenced by foreign
Public figure peasants who think they are
Soarin' like they're in the heavens, mm
Morbidly formin' a horrid moral story
Scorin' the hordes in the lore of touring glory
Ignorin' the hoards to thwart my quarry's priori
Florid and borin' you whores roarin' "Sorry"

Yeah, but apologies don't mean shit anymore than ever
So pedal to metal, livin' through my hustle and my bustle
Turnin' every single speck of my
struggle into a definite lyrical muscle
I will never be the kinda man that abandons my family
Because I'm feeling sad and get no reply
I hope everything will end up bad for you
And you fuckin' commit suicide
I ain't fuckin with you

"I don't vibe with selfish mothafuckas
I was raised by a family
We had our differences
But those differences don't never
Make us quit bein' family
This is to all of you fake mothafuckas"

Yeah, I'm talkin to you, freeze
Give it up, mm geeze
That's enough breathe
Lil' bit of ooh sleaze
You're in my streets
Rollin' up my trees
You got no steeze, bitch
I ain't never fuckin' with you