(Walter Kronkite Verse)

/I’m coming in, trying to achieve the American dream
But it’s the only thing I’m gonna do until it’s time to leave
Money in that drop box, ego past that normal stee-lo
Actions colder than below, why you fucking with me hoe
Got that blade in the pocket, hearing voices say stop it
I’m just a stupid watch kid who can’t seem to clock it
I need some adrenaline, and I’m sickened by you simpletons
Bitches get mad when they learn more ‘bout the inner him
My life’s been fucked since the sound of a gunshot
Drop a bomb at a 7 Eleven, kill y’all in one stop
Killing for a cure, while y’all paying for some loving
I murder for the fun of it, shooting while your running
I’m dumping while I’m gunning, steady laughing while you crying
Should’ve known better than to bet against a lion
So best advice to hide all the women and babies
Cause whoever I aim at is pushing up daisies/


(Crocker Verse)
/I dig your smile and your walk, there's something calming about/ Sets me out to ease, something charming about it/ I love how you love me, there's something honest about it/ Cynical as I am, I'm a kid when around it/ Luck's bottomed out, bout to buy some cartons now/ Chain-smoke til my throat bleeds my esophagus out/ Bob James on repeat, zoned to Nautilus now/ Mirror cracked, staring at who I'm targeting now/ Reach for the phone, when it's best that I shouldn't/ 'Cause how I really feel don't reciprocate what you put in/ You see what I could, not the box that I'm put in/ Open up your heart and I pretend that I look in/ But I'm down, so I call, with selfish intentions/ Conversation, you're elated, look happy to listen/ I know where this is leading, now, wish that I didn't/ You know, true quote, I hope you never forgive this/