"Parsed out on this rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity-rippity-dippity triplet flows.
 The $UICIDEBOY$ formula is pretty obvious at this point,
 whether it'd be because you've heard some of the duo's previous EP's
 or you're familiar with the classic Hip-Hop albums that the duo pretty much used as inspir—"
 Swervin'
 7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward)
 (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
 7th Ward
 7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin'
 Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect
 No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up
 Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwood stay tightly tucked
 ***** look at me, she said "Yuck, what the ****?" Ho I'm Oddy Nuff
 I don't **** with lifeforms from this planet, *****, you out of luck
 I got better **** to do, like sip the lines up in my cup
 I ain't sharing, pint stay tucked, waste my whole life hunting ducks
 "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...!"
 I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch
 Bodies in the fridge, blade scraping
 Grey aping, banging on my ******* chest
 Feel the static, problematic, be my ************* guest
 Yung Christ, masked up for a poltergeist
 Feel like I'm stuck in a vice, feel like I been paid my price
 My wrists have been sliced
 Now I'm scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin
 Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this ****
 The walking Mortal Sin, whose lives will never end, ****
 "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'