[Model Citizen & Christopher Michael Jensen]
[Citizen]: Yo Chris, what up?
[Chris]: Yo, you ready to do this track?
[Citizen]: Yeah, you kn-already, kn-uuuhhhh
[Chris]: Yo, just swear a lot on the intro
[Citizen]: Citizen and Chris, you motherfucker, you

[Model Citizen]
Microphones turn into smoldering embers
When I'm colder than the worst Minnesota Decembers
I'm an anomaly of scientific law
I'm naked dick inside of a vagina, get it? Raw
I'm all of the above, word to J-Live
Motherfuck a beer snob, I prefer a St. Ides
You can try and weed out all these herbs, but they thrive
While these alt-right Nazis regurgitate lies

[Christopher Michael Jensen]
So this is dedicated to them zany incensed
Ladies and gents who need to get their craniums checked
Fuck a right-winger's excuses
I'd really love to punch Donald Trump 'til his mug is lookin' like Ted Cruz's
They're gettin' lazier, the world's gettin' crazier
And crazier, and fake as the blatant stuff that they're makin' up
I'll break into Fox News to stop the insanity
And pull Sean Hannity's head from his anal cavity

[Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen]
Oh no, what did I do
Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe
Oh, whoa, what have I done
Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em

[Model Citizen]
Backpack rapper, flask in the JanSport
Bitch, I'm doper than what you and your man snort
And as a matter of fact, yo, fuck that
I'm a boat-load of blow, a Columbian transport
Slides through to American soil
Smack a new P-Funk pack, tearin' the foil
When I'm gunnin' for my motherfuckin' share of the spoils
The microphone persona's that of arrogant royals

[Christopher Michael Jensen]
And we're prone to leave ya discombobulated on occasion
When we're concentratin' on just droppin' statements on the songs we're makin'
That are complicated with the proper placement
Of the syllables we use to fill the holes and put all up inside the cadence
Got these lines I'm layin' with my feet on an ottoman
And I'm scrawlin' them lyrics out on sheets of osmium
Because they're technically dense
Rappers are rock stars, tell Gene Simmons he can kiss an electrical fence

[Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen]
Oh no, what did I do
Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe
Oh, whoa, what have I done
Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em

[Model Citizen]
Kickin' back with the six-pack, maxin'
Packin' the cheeba, breath in and pass it
That's the procedure, creature of habit
Just because I'm weeded doesn't mean I'm an addict
Does it? Yeah, it does because
Somebody lied if they said that I wasn't buzzed
I'm D.O.A. - drunk on arrival
Nose full o' 'ye and a blunt in the pie hole

[Christopher Michael Jensen]
You should pack it up, man, who could blame ya?
You're just another flash in the pan like lewd behavior
My brainstem is half man, half amazin'
A different sample of human nature
Plus I'm the truth and the truth will save ya
Unless you wanna battle, then I'm euthanasia
I leave emcees wide-eyed sort o' like the
Cartoons that are viewed by the youth in Asia

[Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen]
Oh no, what did I do
Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe
Oh, whoa, what have I done
Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em

[Christopher Michael Jensen & Model Citizen]
Oh no, what did I do
Stomped the competition, got 'em under my shoe
Oh, whoa, what have I done
Got it on lock, ya'll are under my thumb
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Oh, shit, we gotta ease up on 'em
Yo, I think we gotta ease up on 'em
Yeah, we gotta ease up on 'em