[00:00.921] "Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows.
[00:05.093] The $UICIDEBOY$ formula is pretty obvious at this point,
[00:08.100] whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EP's
[00:11.519] or you're familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums that the duo pretty much used as inspir—"
[00:22.808] Swervin'
[00:23.929] 7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward)
[00:26.602] (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[00:28.105] 7th Ward
[00:29.488] 7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin'
[00:32.564] Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect
[00:36.037] No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up
[00:39.184] Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked
[00:42.822] ***** look at me, she said "Yuck, what the ****?" Ho I'm Oddy Nuff
[00:46.645] I don't **** with lifeforms from this planet, *****, you out of luck
[00:50.095] I got better **** to do, like sip the lines up in my cup
[00:53.583] I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked, waste my whole life hunting ducks
[00:57.061] "The flows on this thing generally are pretty tight, it seems almost as if there is a slightly larger focus on hooks with this project, too, some of which really pop, like on the track 'Nicotine Patches'. One day I'll forget their name...!"
[01:10.651] I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch
[01:14.316] Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping
[01:16.511] Grey aping, banging on my ******* chest
[01:19.068] Feel the static, problematic, be my ************* guest
[01:22.576] Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist
[01:24.652] Feel like I'm stuck in a vice, feel like I been paid my price
[01:28.592] My wrists have been sliced
[01:29.914] Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin
[01:33.386] Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this ****
[01:35.466] The walking Mortal Sin, whose lives will never end, ****
[01:59.624] "But simultaneously, there are spots on this album where the lyrics can come off a bit too edgy or try-hard, or basic, maybe even juvenile, especially on the track 'Mr. Nice Guy'