Which One

[Verse 1: Godemis]

Yeah, which one of ya idiots claims that you know me?

You don't have a clue so back up lil' homie

My headpiece is heated I hang with heretics

We load up and lock and aim where the red is

And bang where your head is

I bet y'all will beat it

"Oh Dean, that's my dawg" them words y'all gon' eat 'em

My power circlin' small, I think outta the box

And try different angles direct, tangled or not

My shot's wet as a whistle, I'm on fire fam

Y'all don't even know that's my column in y'all's diagram

Who they want - Godi or Donnie, you better choose wisely

Greet 'em with ketamine and that Adderall IV

Try me

Checking to see if the guy's fearin' ya

They wishin' I would go stick my dick in the criteria

It's all good

Doin' the type of shit y'all wish y'all could

Dippin' out with skaters through fuckin' acres in y'all hood

[Hook: Godemis & Tech N9ne]

Which one

You fuckin' with

Pick one

You label this fiction

You lookin' there is none, is none

Which one

You fuckin' with

Pick one

You label this fiction

You lookin' there is none, is none

[Verse 2: Murs]

The story of my twin and I

Pisces not a Gemini

One of us is underwater other floatin' in the sky

Highs and the lows of me

Violence in the poetry

My evil twin we goin' in, I told him to let go of me (Nigga let go!)

Don't let nobody close to me

Drunk when I'm not supposed to be

I take a sip, start to trip and won't nobody know it's me

One bottle Jameson

Take it to the face and then

Now I'm talking 'bout the bodies buried in my basement

Spirits talking to me, I can hear 'em, I can see 'em too

(see that shit)

Looking in the mirror and I tell him it's just me and you

One of us is goin' out

The one that's always showin' out

I put my fist right through the glass and told that bitch to close his mouth

(shut the fuck up)

Hand bleeding needing medical attention

I'm feeling no pain, I'm in another dimension

Next mornin' wake up, don't remember shit

Bandage on my hand and dirty condom on my dick (Ugh)

[Hook: Godemis & Tech N9ne]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

Pick three and guess what you get, me

I'm messed up and sickly

The head is a mystery, quickly twist t

With a idiotic mix-ly, hit exotic chicks gee

Killin' got it history

I've become a scumbag fuck-buddy needed to wipe after

She got me and my lady's cum rag

That's just one of the things I done bad

Like when I put Dulcolax liquid mixed it within my brother's rum flask

I can make a love potion, give you the ocean

Then you wake up in a pit gettin' instructions on how to rub ya lotion

You think I'm jokin' while listenin' to Drake's "The Motion"

I put syphilis dick down her throat and that's without her havin' a notion

I'm playin'

I don't dare summon them other suckers

That tell me to do bad

There done and them under covers

She think the demon's unfair

Hung wants to love her lover

After this verse she's not pickin' nary one of them motherfuckers

[Hook: Godemis & Tech N9ne]