Lyrics:

A jackhammer is so real

Diamond cutter spine
Armadillo armor that bends around the blades
Bugs in the beard
Ebony in the lungpiece
Bricks in the Timbs
Bazooka in the tooth that he's flashing at your friends
This is the lifestyle, baby
No insipid recipe
Not a single innocuous atom in the centerpiece
Oh my god!
Journalists across the globe are
Officially critiquing my first eight bars
Diamond cutter spine
Armadillo armor that bends around the blades
Bugs in the beard (My tongue is bleedin')
Ebony in the lungpiece (Alright, alright, alright)
Bricks in the Timbs
Piety for the fam, embargo piggybackers
Navigate sim-city backwards
Bazooka Tooth, baby!
Zephyrs less dextrimental expect to
Tone down terrordome for starter crews
Like jousting Pompeii with a garden hose
If you wake up to the sound of helicopters bumping Wagner
It's Bodycast to Pilates class
Rumble in the Bronx back alley batting cage with bottle smash
Drag them prophecies
Be them celestine or Mothman to the bumper boat monster mash
You see the pristine kittens fiddle with new yarn
Decrepit sickly dogs get shot behind the barn
One champ put in long hours like Tim Leary's lava lamps
Just to be second headlined under the boy born with lobster hands
Isolated, biological phenomenon
Verse nocturnally orchestrated car alarms
Y'all sketch portraits of your neighbors, tack 'em up without fail
See a row of red pitchforks and bifurcated tails
Offical Max Fischer-Blume break cable clipper (Def)
Picket train buffer, the riverboat, and the switcher (Jux)
Pipe-dream of that so fresh and so clean plumage
As an appleseed aborted resorts to Bazooka Tooth shit
You don't want me smiling at your cameras