(Dopey Ziegler)
i prolly aint the dude you're hopin to be facing
now you know you prolly shoulda put your shoulder into scapin
i scope the situation -- your flows is imitation
vader told me on his station though its no disintegrations
soak it in, i know its sorta soberin information
but my whole consideration is for doper innovations
im so into predating on you hopeless little cravens
sofer for the cake and im a cobra in the making
sapient, used to fuck with gtkradiant
bass in 808 states, paper stay salient
blatantly prophetic in a cadence with a shady bent
variant’s the main event, savor burning crazy ents
yall beneath the median, you don’t need dancers
you need to get a beefy hand to your teeth champers
these dudes can’t lose, zach producin me and the
fuckin world champ rap game judah friedlander

(Dopey Ziegler)
(plus) yall are lame ducks, finna cause u pain (sup)
gray nike match preme clean and and staying laced up
(stay stuck), rappin i’ll employ it but the pay sucks
prolly shoot a rapper for a hundred thousand spacebucks

(Joey Zadjino)
so when you see us floatin through be sure to wave at us
the greatest to say this shit in a 40k mile radius (bruh)
we never sleep we stayin up we never fake the funk
that disrespectful shit could turn your life to wrestlemania

(Joey Zadjino)
it’s your boy with no with no Ls on the record
drop god’s accomplishments with minimal effort
the most intricate ever, the foes’ll get their shit severed
there’s no little kids, idiots need to get to the exit
im a beast on the tec shit (it’s the truth)
fuck around and get your teeth on a necklace
you can believe it, i said it
i’m unbelievably fresh, super suit with the Z on the chest
exclusively speaking, me is the best
yo, dopey told me i should do it so i did it
stupid strong at rap like popeye after the spinach
popping cans of whoopass off, let’s find the limit
just kidding, shit’s limitless idiot, come and get it (fuck em)
the people’s champ, yo i do it pro bono
hat hide the giant brain like mojo jojo
rapping in the matrix make the flows go slow-mo
it’s the dragon, so komodo, blowing smoke from my nose holes

(Dopey Ziegler)
damn i’m nice, eyes on swivel, young andalite
plannin tight fly bomb shit by fucking candlelight
fans like “damn this man can write” and i’d say the fans are right
i’m crammin writes even when at panda with my mans at night
plan to bite, imma be stampin on your rancid nikes
phantom type, ghosting with your fanta, pipe, and your bike
write a single, illustrate and shift it with my ample might
rappers get the whole frame twisted like a ammonite

(Joey Zadjino)
pack it in, i’ll rap better than you on accident
that trash you spit is wack and it’s bad so i’ll never stand for it (word)
i’m off the handle, can’t you see how far the handle is?
fam i’m out there spinnin past your vision in the black abyss (space)
when i’m finished, never step up to the mic next
life, death, stupid, you might end up with a sliced neck
visualize me rapping with these massive flexed biceps
never scared to hit em with the right, left--aight then

(Dopey Ziegler)
top flight, comma, not like yall claiming boss life
some of yall rappers is the cop type
yall are gobshites, sobbing off a small bite
rap game maqqabim, i’ll drop a squad of hoplites
it’s the maf, right? ziegler is the don and capo on-side
tryna make your non-life gone-like
did it cause it’s how i get my arm strips
not a fight when every single couplet is a palm strike

(Joey Zadjino)
people ask me “yo joey z, how’d you get so tight at this?”
right? i’m sick, peep the triangles around the irises
the all seeing eye on some osiris shit
find me in the sky, i’m boxing gods with a crazy exchange of flying fists
(idiot) and i’m nonstop winnin
the foot on your chest, hittin you with the “ha-ha” grinnin
(good?) i’m the best, shit should not get twisted
let me show you how easy doing this hop-hip shit is (dang)