It’s in the eyes of every soldier doin’ life in a slum We’re built to fight forever even after we won I’m just a mixed up mutt who’s sick a givin’ a fuck who cooks up schemes to make a buck One day I’ll rob L.A. when they ain’t lookin’ and bring the Dodgers back to Brooklyn (Maniacal) (The Maniacal, The Maniacal, it’s The Maniacal, The Maniacal, The Maniacal Mxlpct) When the last sun burns out and the universe runs cold I’ll live through words so viscous they scarred your soul Life don’t mean shit gettin’ loot’s what matters we got kids shootin’ hoops through fire escape ladders I’m the illest rapper alive ‘cause I paid the price for an emcee to be sicker than me he’d have to fuck you twice This ain’t a date ain’t here to dance you’re fucked no foreplay no romance The last breath I release right before my death’ll breath life into millions that strive to be next I’m just settlin’ debts and I owe out beatin’s I’ll make a store boy out a ya boss send him back out for a packet a soy sauce Cops kick in doors before they knock it’s a never endin’ war on these broken blocks Forgot iller shit than you ever had ‘cause I couldn’t find a fuckin’ pen and a pad When it comes down to schemes never met my match throwin’ carjacks under store gates if there’s cash to snatch Never seen nothin’ iller than this mixed up mutt only thing bigger than my balls is your fuckin’ gut Didn’t spend my last seventeen on a fuckin’ album to hear eighteen songs about a platinum medallion Wrong nigga to test kid I wrote the exam Your squads out a luck against this underdog rookie I been beatin’ odds that’ll bankrupt bookies Put an S on ya chest and you still couldn’t stop this like a kryptonite nuclear device in Metropolis When I pull shit all the bullshit ceases Got more ways to eat ya than a fuckin’ Reese’s my precinct’s the 7-0 you know what they do You weren’t complainin’ about my dick when I was hittin’ an’ smackin’ you with it matter of fact lookin’ back you were actin’ happy I did it Fold ya team ‘til I leave creases shatter ya dreams then stab you up with the pieces ever go back to doin’ some sticks it won’t be for cash just adrenaline kicks You know you need me so when you see me you can point ya fingers and go there’s the villain Wanna do some shit that can fuckin’ amaze me? Boot out Bloomberg and move into Gracie Mxlpct remember the name the epitome of villainy I’m rapin’ the game like it or not you’re feelin’ me dniwer hsup yeht emit yreve em llik saggin eniltalf a fo tuo nimoc ffo siht nettis mi

Hi I used to be a bad guy even an evil person but I’ve changed for the better meet the meaner version This is just the first verse burstin’ out the stash I’m packin’ clockin’ into work to merc masses of track assassins Ain’t no maskin how sick it is you ain’t ill enough to call me a peer and I hadn’t spit a verse in fifteen years This is the reappear Mxlpct back through the portal after absorbin’ stem cells from aborted immortals Yo da never figured THIS SHIT’s SITH with a twist Jet I did came with the force slid let Vader think that they’re his Get what time it is in a frantic second of panic trying to stretch a last tic till a detonator triggers plastic That’s it bat shit batch of bad acid shocked awake stabbin’ a man in a casket I need an escape I’m mad I’ve had it with not havin’ a pen when all the walls are padded At least the hall o’ graphic porn I added’s pretty easy to find on signs along the explored corridors of my mind but if you open that door that completely lets me out of mine HAH you’re facing Hell the Abyss and Hades combined Wait pause freeze for an eon of time gotta backtrack a parsec to catch pace with rewinds Never mind run it back like a running back that just rushed a hundred yards offensive line’s flagged for fuckin’ roughin’ retarded guards It’s hard killing with jokes that got Barbara Gordon rolling to spread at shoots for cripple porn and I’m tryin’ to keep it tasteful but we need more nipple showing Get left scared crowin’ God Damn MiX GOT HAM pulling bars off Arkham to go beat on a PO TUSsin he coughs up a pardon And yo I don’t even really know if that’s a double or triple entendre like Marshall waking mid sentence in a prison hospital ‘cause I pulled an M out of comma That’s nada shot if ya counting to add up sum drama it’s still nil while being murdered figured I’d take a stab at returning the kill like a deranged gift exchange My range on a beat’s bout as far as my mind goes byproduct of the process of osmosis with the cosmos Select left click Mxlpct Enter God Mode Hit Return Error, red syntax botched coded Open Matrix plot hole Escape Close Exit pull the plug socket in the grill’n single cup and roast another mug Boost L oh I mean D from devil chugged continuin’ to choose to train I’m outta practice but this stream’ll still seem like you’re in a pissing match with Galactus still at this hand I dealt crash landed and smacked a Magat with the impact to crack a planet Rap mechanic tinkered with the Enterprise to try to increase drive and cracked it Now I’m so warped full thrust’ll shift a Nuva ring into a gastric band from twin to twin when separated by an equator long human centipede to travel in See I’m not just another tunneling madman rambling since no emcee’s come as nutty through a line that long till this song and if that don’t sound right it’s cause I wrote this entire track double timing Dead Wrong There’s several different levels of Correction nine circles of hell but couldn’t settle for that so I came to earth to put the tenth on the map but that’s what I gotta do to not remain a mystery and shine through the shadows of the greatest in history ’til you’re listin’ me after listenin’ to me simply kill some of the illest tracks to hit the industry like they ain’t shit to me Nah not even a little bit but that’s what you get when dealing with Mxlpct Mxl flip Mxl rip any track Mxlpct don’t give a shit Not one eeny meeny miney teeny weeny teensy tiny pebble out my hiney I’m grimy don’t even try to out-rhyme me You ain’t on my level I’m way too high you need a ladder on Everest just to be eye to eye and if you can’t see why then you probably never will ever get what makes Mxl ill ’til the horrific kill endin’ Dunnin’-Kruger closes the dissonance and proves you stupider Oops blacked out blew all fuses tryin to see-low roll for an opponent’s soul and tripped on six over a deuce from Lucifer Loser

[Verse 1] Connectin’ quicker than Jet Li in Lethal Weapon strippin’ a gun in a split second to whip an ass so fast it thinks it’s facin’ Bourne Bond Wick that guy from Taken and the men who trained em Lately been layin’ dormant viewin’ assorted porn clips focused fillin’ notebooks full a notes on what I noticed and I noticed if fists fit in an orifice so will this and all this other shit on this kids’ Christmas list Shit tell Stern I got talent I’d like to attempt to perform pullin’ Hannity’s head out his ass with two tubes of lube and a shoehorn I’ll walk through a huge storm just to spit in it’s eye before the weather slows me down I’ll fuckin’ bring down the sky I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’ I tried really I tried but nothin’ I keep pumpin’ but someone must a yanked out these brakes or somethin’ ‘cause I keep buildin’ speed keep pickin’ up the pace runnin’ over niggas in the middle of the road who like to play it safe the Jeff Flakes YEESH MiX has been asleep but now I’m wide awake and Dave’s head’s about to burst ‘cause I’m fuckin’ comin’ out his face Wait forgot to erase my damn mark in The Bible The Maniacal proven to drive you crazy and fuck kids heads up like I’m droppin’ babies A bad influence trust me lady I corrupt everybody who tries to save me I’m like an overdue bill better try and pay me or I’ll knock out your lights for tryin’ a play me I’m a stay this way don’t try and change me Last one who did that probably potty trained me She said I had da gain weight I was a little too skinny So I ate til I could fit the spirit of BIG in me and that guy who made me Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy Yam Shimmy Yay Say the wrong shit an’ I’ll slay you all today B-K ain’t forever it’s forever and a day I was born with a crown so I ain’t tryin’ a take away nothin’ from no one time to lace the boots do what I do step up in the booth Oops flew threw the roof left you in a Lauper loop Time After Time again and again wonderin’ why rewind never gets to an end YEESH it’s the BEAST who popped his leash tore open the cage and crumpled it One bite I’ll eat you and everything else I fuckin’ clumped you with Rip soles off cleats just to just to wrap my knuckles with So far out the box I’m a stomp you while ya stuck in it Mxlpct I take a step it quakes Now I’m causin’ more ripples than hail on a lake It’s all for the take age can’t stop me I keep more in the basement than a dozen Rockys Copy? Can’t copy paper-jam Better off with orange magic marker tryin’ a fake a spray tan So fuck all plans and strategies to battle me assault and battery this the whoop ass cannery What you call insanity seems in order to me I keep it sorted that way so it’s easy to see I like obstacles makes it harder to flee ‘cause to get where I’m at I gotta bring you to me Where you goin’? Nowhere no fair Metrocard expired I get around more than piles of recycled tires Whiners wailin’ in sync like cryin’ choirs ‘cause they’re fadin’ like dyin’ fires on lighters of coal miners in a cave in as the flood of dirt from me shiftin’ earth fills their graves in Ain’t no savin’ ya’ll from the BEAST [Interlude] Best Ever At Slaughterin’ Tracks YEESH it’s six six six Number of the BEAST MiX MiX MiX [Verse 2] YEESH I’m bringin new Life to this shit like Calvins arrivin’ on hijacked ships returnin’ to District Nine thrivin’ strivin’ on track with Ken Miles drive for that perfect lap an’ knack for exact precision to race Le Mans placin’ dominoes as they’re tippin’ finishin’ first flickin’ the last one an’ it snappin’ the rack back into standin’ position I’m just an indie in an industry a dieticians at thinnin’ out lyrics lookin’ for niches to squish in since it’s all get in where you fit in like parkin’ spots ’til a tank rolls up an gets squashed by two Death Stars crushin’ blocks when I tea bag drag both nuts over the lot That there’s my ball point Get ready to jot Tryin’ a lip sync mimic these twisters ties tongues double windsored into pretzeled braids of two Twizzlers triple fisherman knotted loopin’ constrictors wedged between a couple pairs a scissorin’ hedge clippers to sum it up too tangled stuck to make the cut Verbal wizard sendin’ Merlin searchin’ with blurred vision for Pearle prescriptions in swirlin’ word blizzards spiralin’ in a twirl nauseous whirled hurlin’ and can’t stop it ’til earth spins out a green orbital ring of vomit Now imagine what happens if I dump a shit storm on it Got it? No warnings goin’ atomic’s my warm up cold startin’ so fuck what you guardin’ I’m here to change the landscape with a blast wave into a glass ashtray then give you the finger like you asked for ass play Yank it so fast the prolapse has ya head out exit the back way (did he just say?) Yup ‘cause I’m deranged pinpointin’ flaws leavin’ you too stumped to clap or hold applause sawin’ off hands skinnin’ em an’ makin’ mittens for kittens pause (Awe) Cats halted in their tracks open mouthed goin’ south off hand jabs droppin’ Jaws left laid out raw displayed toothless across sushi boards notched in cuts to John Williams’ scores Droppin’ mops might or might not mean I’m wipin’ floors but either way I’m cleanin’ up more than Bountys collectin’ Beskar on Mandalore an’ I got the bars to serve pours of unlimited boos for yours along with shots that’ll leave Thor’s head hammered with the lingering hangover of this Hela grip explodin’ Mjolner Over and Over and Over jukebox skippin’ Jack White volcanos blowin’ MiX flowin’ magma hot bustin’ out the underground Ragnarok sippin’ soup La Di Da-in stirrin’ a pot a lava to drop in ya lap Relax I’m goin’ through hacks quicker than Andromache with an axe forkin’ the road headed back splittin’ everything in my way in half including the path while plantin’ trees ta smoke from out a this bag full a seeds of wrath A few pulls of that got me too high and red eyed to spot reactions to blood splotches drowned out in a wash of Oh Goshes gettin’ feet wet goin’ over the top of galoshes Only thing these ears are hearin’ between em’s legions of seethin’ demons screamin’ for me to eat emcess to feed em makin’ this replay crazier hyper speedin’ when the rapid pacin’ g’ listenin’ faces like they can’t make out the taste it’s semen and ya like gotta be drinkin’ to imply bein’ nice enough to apologize twice for repeatin’ my words ya think are two meanin’ still come up shorter than a numbed out feelin’ junkie masturbatin’ midget kneelin’ suddenly to check under the bed for a misplaced backpack stash he was dealin’ ‘cause he just realized his supplier’s at his doorbell ringin’ an he ain’t got a gat so he goes for the window reachin’ to climb acts unfinished scrapped it to flip a script iller than that filler in the middle of filmin’ ninety minutes of different ways to kill Ryan Reynolds with a skillet on a slidin’ horizontal cam callin’ it DEADPAN and the production budgetin’ plan’s juxin’ you for more than than whoever you jack man MiX the only graduate of the weapon M-X program The evolution of fusin’ a mutant with a nuke imp from the fifth dimension an’ a loony toon about as challenged as Doctor Doom in Romper Room catapultin’ writin’ through clones like Ozymandius on a moon while stuck in a Q between Dekalb an’ Canal tryin’ to get to Manhattan for the eternity it takes to generate an’ amass the uh mountain range a lyrics I’m rappin’ suffocatin’ Brooklyn Watchmen fans gaspin’ ‘emselves sealed into a vacuum graspin’ at their own throats reactin’ to jokes landin’ like multiple force chokes grabbed em’ and in terms a critical time necessary to dissect em all you need’s a couple seconds on level eleven six below limbo in Inception Got blown out a my last Dreams session cyclin’ through random thots non stop rotatin’ top Drifted off in O five bumpin’ The Documentary woke up to WAP still poppin so hard it was mind bogglin’ when shorty knocked the ceilin’ with her noggin’ Been Maniacal more nuts than the ones goblin trolls get smushed slobberin’ Can’t call me a problem ‘cause that implies a solution if there is it’ll wear a wrist arthritic on Will Hunting working the arithmetic but he don’t exist so live with it I don’t give a shit nothin’s free not even dyin’ that feeds earnings of C-S-V Yeah you’ll be rollin’ O-F-L ya A-Os emptyin’ A-holes checkin’ that quote while I keep reworkin’ words in my notes ’til they read like what dead goats ghost wrote so I can get to writin’ a closin’ verse with four letter words so vile and evil the church holds live rehearsals in preparation a cursin’ my hearse but they can amend their names to Steven’ screamin’ Amen till the end of it all believin’ it in the meantime I’ll be leavin’ em grievances too odd for anyone to ever get even with HOLY FUCK SHIT HOLE UP It’s farkakte forgot ta butter up the butt plugs for their buggerin’s ‘cause the phone buzzin’ keeps buggin’ me Hey Siri send a text that says Quit it bitch I’m in the middle a tryin’ a get in a Guinness like a genie I mean a gas rag in a twenty-two ounce bottle a malt over a pack a peers appearin’ with a throw across a field like a flamin’ arrow out a bow from out a nowhere to get in as an admitted misfit prick that’ll rip apart a WASP like Scott Lang bangin’ balls deep poppin’ a blue Pym particle disc with a pull out sicker than the leftover exploded torso an vaj’ after goin Oh no that wasn’t Viagra If you think that’s nasty don’t get me antsy end up dragged raggedy like Anne and Andy on a cross country trip in the wheel well of a Camry burned in a remote field ‘cause it links back to a murdered family a Kens an’ Karens who got face masks carved off em for coughin’ at me in thinner slivers than corn tortillas to deliver anyone frontin’ more raps than order buttons Grubhubbin’ but what I’m leavin’s Seamless never endin’ make a left turn at the next intersection directions if you miss the exit an’ get caught in a loop that keeps leadin’ to a swift kick ta da wrecked em

[Verse 1] Connectin’ quicker than Jet Li in Lethal Weapon strippin’ a gun in a split second to whip an ass so fast it thinks it’s facin’ Bourne Bond Wick that guy from Taken and the men who trained em Lately been layin’ dormant viewin’ assorted porn clips focused fillin’ notebooks full a notes on what I noticed and I noticed if fists fit in an orifice so will this and all this other shit on this kids’ Christmas list Shit tell Stern I got talent I’d like to attempt to perform pullin’ Hannity’s head out his ass with two tubes of lube and a shoehorn I’ll walk through a huge storm just to spit in it’s eye before the weather slows me down I’ll fuckin’ bring down the sky I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’ I tried really I tried but nothin’ I keep pumpin’ but someone must a yanked out these brakes or somethin’ ‘cause I keep buildin’ speed keep pickin’ up the pace runnin’ over niggas in the middle of the road who like to play it safe the Jeff Flakes YEESH MiX has been asleep but now I’m wide awake and Dave’s head’s about to burst ‘cause I’m fuckin’ comin’ out his face Wait forgot to erase my damn mark in The Bible The Maniacal proven to drive you crazy and fuck kids heads up like I’m droppin’ babies A bad influence trust me lady I corrupt everybody who tries to save me I’m like an overdue bill better try and pay me or I’ll knock out your lights for tryin’ a play me I’m a stay this way don’t try and change me Last one who did that probably potty trained me She said I had da gain weight I was a little too skinny So I ate til I could fit the spirit of BIG in me and that guy who made me Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy Yam Shimmy Yay Say the wrong shit an’ I’ll slay you all today B-K ain’t forever it’s forever and a day I was born with a crown so I ain’t tryin’ a take away nothin’ from no one time to lace the boots do what I do step up in the booth Oops flew threw the roof left you in a Lauper loop Time After Time again and again wonderin’ why rewind never gets to an end YEESH it’s the BEAST who popped his leash tore open the cage and crumpled it One bite I’ll eat you and everything else I fuckin’ clumped you with Rip soles off cleats just to just to wrap my knuckles with So far out the box I’m a stomp you while ya stuck in it Mxlpct I take a step it quakes Now I’m causin’ more ripples than hail on a lake It’s all for the take age can’t stop me I keep more in the basement than a dozen Rockys Copy? Can’t copy paper-jam Better off with orange magic marker tryin’ a fake a spray tan So fuck all plans and strategies to battle me assault and battery this the whoop ass cannery What you call insanity seems in order to me I keep it sorted that way so it’s easy to see I like obstacles makes it harder to flee ‘cause to get where I’m at I gotta bring you to me Where you goin’? Nowhere no fair Metrocard expired I get around more than piles of recycled tires Whiners wailin’ in sync like cryin’ choirs ‘cause they’re fadin’ like dyin’ fires on lighters of coal miners in a cave in as the flood of dirt from me shiftin’ earth fills their graves in Ain’t no savin’ ya’ll from the BEAST [Interlude] Best Ever At Slaughterin’ Tracks YEESH it’s six six six Number of the BEAST MiX MiX MiX [Verse 2] YEESH I’m bringin new Life to this shit like Calvins arrivin’ on hijacked ships returnin’ to District Nine thrivin’ strivin’ on track with Ken Miles drive for that perfect lap an’ knack for exact precision to race Le Mans placin’ dominoes as they’re tippin’ finishin’ first flickin’ the last one an’ it snappin’ the rack back into standin’ position I’m just an indie in an industry a dieticians at thinnin’ out lyrics lookin’ for niches to squish in since it’s all get in where you fit in like parkin’ spots ’til a tank rolls up an gets squashed by two Death Stars crushin’ blocks when I tea bag drag both nuts over the lot That there’s my ball point Get ready to jot Tryin’ a lip sync mimic these twisters ties tongues double windsored into pretzeled braids of two Twizzlers triple fisherman knotted loopin’ constrictors wedged between a couple pairs a scissorin’ hedge clippers to sum it up too tangled stuck to make the cut Verbal wizard sendin’ Merlin searchin’ with blurred vision for Pearle prescriptions in swirlin’ word blizzards spiralin’ in a twirl nauseous whirled hurlin’ and can’t stop it ’til earth spins out a green orbital ring of vomit Now imagine what happens if I dump a shit storm on it Got it? No warnings goin’ atomic’s my warm up cold startin’ so fuck what you guardin’ I’m here to change the landscape with a blast wave into a glass ashtray then give you the finger like you asked for ass play Yank it so fast the prolapse has ya head out exit the back way (did he just say?) Yup ‘cause I’m deranged pinpointin’ flaws leavin’ you too stumped to clap or hold applause sawin’ off hands skinnin’ em an’ makin’ mittens for kittens pause (Awe) Cats halted in their tracks open mouthed goin’ south off hand jabs droppin’ Jaws left laid out raw displayed toothless across sushi boards notched in cuts to John Williams’ scores Droppin’ mops might or might not mean I’m wipin’ floors but either way I’m cleanin’ up more than Bountys collectin’ Beskar on Mandalore an’ I got the bars to serve pours of unlimited boos for yours along with shots that’ll leave Thor’s head hammered with the lingering hangover of this Hela grip explodin’ Mjolner Over and Over and Over jukebox skippin’ Jack White volcanos blowin’ MiX flowin’ magma hot bustin’ out the underground Ragnarok sippin’ soup La Di Da-in stirrin’ a pot a lava to drop in ya lap Relax I’m goin’ through hacks quicker than Andromache with an axe forkin’ the road headed back splittin’ everything in my way in half including the path while plantin’ trees ta smoke from out a this bag full a seeds of wrath A few pulls of that got me too high and red eyed to spot reactions to blood splotches drowned out in a wash of Oh Goshes gettin’ feet wet goin’ over the top of galoshes Only thing these ears are hearin’ between em’s legions of seethin’ demons screamin’ for me to eat emcess to feed em makin’ this replay crazier hyper speedin’ when the rapid pacin’ g’ listenin’ faces like they can’t make out the taste it’s semen and ya like gotta be drinkin’ to imply bein’ nice enough to apologize twice for repeatin’ my words ya think are two meanin’ still come up shorter than a numbed out feelin’ junkie masturbatin’ midget kneelin’ suddenly to check under the bed for a misplaced backpack stash he was dealin’ ‘cause he just realized his supplier’s at his doorbell ringin’ an he ain’t got a gat so he goes for the window reachin’ to climb acts unfinished scrapped it to flip a script iller than that filler in the middle of filmin’ ninety minutes of different ways to kill Ryan Reynolds with a skillet on a slidin’ horizontal cam callin’ it DEADPAN and the production budgetin’ plan’s juxin’ you for more than than whoever you jack man MiX the only graduate of the weapon M-X program The evolution of fusin’ a mutant with a nuke imp from the fifth dimension an’ a loony toon about as challenged as Doctor Doom in Romper Room catapultin’ writin’ through clones like Ozymandius on a moon while stuck in a Q between Dekalb an’ Canal tryin’ to get to Manhattan for the eternity it takes to generate an’ amass the uh mountain range a lyrics I’m rappin’ suffocatin’ Brooklyn Watchmen fans gaspin’ ‘emselves sealed into a vacuum graspin’ at their own throats reactin’ to jokes landin’ like multiple force chokes grabbed em’ and in terms a critical time necessary to dissect em all you need’s a couple seconds on level eleven six below limbo in Inception Got blown out a my last Dreams session cyclin’ through random thots non stop rotatin’ top Drifted off in O five bumpin’ The Documentary woke up to WAP still poppin so hard it was mind bogglin’ when shorty knocked the ceilin’ with her noggin’ Been Maniacal more nuts than the ones goblin trolls get smushed slobberin’ Can’t call me a problem ‘cause that implies a solution if there is it’ll wear a wrist arthritic on Will Hunting working the arithmetic but he don’t exist so live with it I don’t give a shit nothin’s free not even dyin’ that feeds earnings of C-S-V Yeah you’ll be rollin’ O-F-L ya A-Os emptyin’ A-holes checkin’ that quote while I keep reworkin’ words in my notes ’til they read like what dead goats ghost wrote so I can get to writin’ a closin’ verse with four letter words so vile and evil the church holds live rehearsals in preparation a cursin’ my hearse but they can amend their names to Steven’ screamin’ Amen till the end of it all believin’ it in the meantime I’ll be leavin’ em grievances too odd for anyone to ever get even with HOLY FUCK SHIT HOLE UP It’s farkakte forgot ta butter up the butt plugs for their buggerin’s ‘cause the phone buzzin’ keeps buggin’ me Hey Siri send a text that says Quit it bitch I’m in the middle a tryin’ a get in a Guinness like a genie I mean a gas rag in a twenty-two ounce bottle a malt over a pack a peers appearin’ with a throw across a field like a flamin’ arrow out a bow from out a nowhere to get in as an admitted misfit prick that’ll rip apart a WASP like Scott Lang bangin’ balls deep poppin’ a blue Pym particle disc with a pull out sicker than the leftover exploded torso an vaj’ after goin Oh no that wasn’t Viagra If you think that’s nasty don’t get me antsy end up dragged raggedy like Anne and Andy on a cross country trip in the wheel well of a Camry burned in a remote field ‘cause it links back to a murdered family a Kens an’ Karens who got face masks carved off em for coughin’ at me in thinner slivers than corn tortillas to deliver anyone frontin’ more raps than order buttons Grubhubbin’ but what I’m leavin’s Seamless never endin’ make a left turn at the next intersection directions if you miss the exit an’ get caught in a loop that keeps leadin’ to a swift kick ta da wrecked em