[Skit]
Very soon all our goals shall be achieved... When that happens then everything will be restored to it's rightful place
[Intro: Son Rob]
Misadventurers, yeah uh...
Alright
[Verse 1: Son Rob]
A product of the villainy...
He 'bout as honest as Kim when she in soliloquies
High the hit, stick 'em an uppercut with some marijuana to singe
Couple views then it bubble up
White-T and the button-up with chinos and black vans
I'll dip in a body bag before I get cuffed hands
Greenbeardd in the cut just let us plot plans
My hot hand gets dope as a fucking pot plant or
Popped xans, hot grams the cops land in raid busts
Then pay up, shit. supply demand!
I'm always the youngest when it comes to the band
( Son, Rob)
'Cause it's Son Rob the kid, the prodigy to spit
Introduction to the soundtrack he'll use to bust your lips up
He getting' dough getting' bucks
This seems to be a perfect place to say "I don't give a fuck"
I write, my grip is fist, skip your trapping for this
It's crack-a-lacking and crisp, see I am captain of ships
See if it is the Misadventurers, what's happening is...
That you found a liking for the Klan and rap that is sick

[Bridge]
It's Son Rob... and Greenbeardd
*Hysterical laugh*

[Verse 2: Greenbeardd]
Went from a hero too a Villain I’m detecting a L, I don’t want to stay near the light Killing, you have 1 option... flight— get out of my sight or you head will get lopped off like Kite. I don’t care about your feelings, mind went vacant as he started squealing he proceeded to smell bacon. I don’t dine for swine, ugly slime ball crying cause he couldn’t climb the fine food ladder. Us Villains are rad, pedestrians mad that we have our foot chilling’ on the dash pad. Driving 100 on an 80 and a lady screamed off the top of her lungs- that you gon crash bad.How sad, already murked 8 people and our fellow villains claiming that we stat pad. I guess it’s that bad Son rob and I hit a home run and got a Grand Slam

[instrumental outro]