Shan VdP: Open up the lion’s jaw, Pandora’s frying pan/ riding on leviathans fins with a nine and in nine minutes time will align with the iron hands/ Stand-up, defying all cancerous lies/ Can’t stand over tides which crash in pits with fish/ Witch-crafted this quick list of which batch of bitch cats should be castrated/ locked off already/ sharp off the top, walk with mohawk machetes/ fan-blade their lips, cause their talk’s often petty/ can’t break for shit but I can still rock and steady shock/ Stop the whole jam/ Walk unknown lands/ Fuck the future in its mouth you talk and hold hands/ Rabbit-hole cannibals that feast with Sunclef/ We reap the nightfall and bleach the sunsets/ Etched…on the flesh of the saints, Is what’s left…on the S from strange.

Derek D: Evil eye trick pony, I’ve seen what lies in the cornea/ nothing but the oven… that you burn your vibe with/ I’ve seen the knife collide with some goliath-sized pricks/ Uppercut cause they fuckin’ love lobotomizing/ tell me what you saw, heard you talk a lot of baccala, Go what right off the golden gate bridge with a sock in it/ but I got love, more contorted than abortion/ for the lives that suck/ Exit the 5x5 corporate embarrassment, Delilah wasn’t sly enough to lie up in a private room with Derek/ go find some other guy who seems so alive, Inside he’s only perished, incisors fully glaring, In silence I’ll be there to flick on the lights/ Make you see that all you see is all see-through, don’t mean if I seem cruel but I’m an honest man

Shan VdP: Give me a four-leaf clover and I’ll speak out the box/ hop-scotch across the planets when I vanish/ the pen blends with finesse trends and ends with your best friend’s head rested upon the black pedestal/ The last incredible lasted impression, I laugh at you last impression of trash, jack its terrible/ The cannibal masked man that acts past the truth/ Mastering your masters Suge knight you off the roof/

Derek D:Father lead me on the right path, as long as I’m a zombie here, I’m obviously near some nice cash/ Slippin into a bit of a bullpen attitude, like go get em, slide by second, choke thy throat hoping I get over/ Hoping I slit open all the wide-eyed, high five for the blind guy holding his focus/ Holding the bible for the coke in his nose/ Oh my grog, half the time I feel right under munchkins/ even dwarves started small, so I’m rushin through/ Something that my mom told me long time ago/ Molten pours around me and the demons float