Verse One:
Since the start of this, classic gems were dropped like Nautilus
The greatest rappers of all-time are dead or disheartening
Demons stirring up the drama, now they’re shaking like Parkinson’s
‘Cause their covers (are) blown like Nintendo cartridges
Part your wigs like half-moons; destroying bone marrows and carnages
And, dog niggaz ‘cause y’all turned solid gold hearts to shit
This death (Def) blow will get your squadron hit
Taking it to stages like Parliament
As fire fills up the lungs, I’m illin’ on scrubs with a guillotine tongue
Fuck your flimsy buzz; I’d rather listen to William Hung
Silly when some would say your hopes are smoked through crack pipes
But, those savage battlers can’t even survive a catfight
That’s why you’re played emotionally like Big Worm
We’re spotting dumb-asses fucking their fame away like Montana Fishburne
Grimy collages stem from a rough breed
‘Cause, while we work to succeed, y’all jerks just suck seeds

Hook:
Cats lost their slots
It’s over for the playtime; the side-talking stops
Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me
Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales
It’s Dermo, The Furious WordPlayer
The nonsense is crushed by the gimmick rap slayer
Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me
Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales

Verse Two:
Listen here, I got a message for your so-called nice click
Stick yourself with an AIDS-infected ice pick
The purpose of words and hands are to strangle
You couldn’t shine with us if J-Dilla was your guardian angel
We haunt your minds worse than child molesters
You could use Doug E’s beat-box; you still couldn’t come fresher
We blaze rhymes like Large Professor
With skills uglier than Celie eating out Aunt Esther
Niggaz running down these standards: wack is the new ill
Soft is the new hard, and fake is the new real
Dollar sign’s the new soul, and dud’s the new classic
With those backwards tactics, y’all turned to melted plastics
Sloppy bosses got these rookies paying costs
By annihilating villages; that’s why this generation’s lost
Wasting smarts on faulty moves, and never played your cards right
Now, you’re stuck on basic farce, while we straight evolve
‘Cause the technique is ill, son…..

Hook:
Cats lost their slots
It’s over for the playtime; the side-talking stops
Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me
Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales
It’s Dermo, The Furious WordPlayer
The nonsense is crushed by the gimmick rap slayer
Ne’er do-gooders plotting with a plan to derail me
Will soon to see their world premiers turned to grand finales