Hook:
Pot calling kettle black, pot calling kettle black
Pot calling kettle black, pot calling kettle
Verse 1:
Pot calling kettle black, ain't give a fuck bout nothing but stacks
Snacking on wackness, jacking off Jill
Nothing out of ordinary, run of the mill
"Well, you sound like him," "Yeah, your kinda like twins,"
A copy of a copy except you ain't him
Goldfinger Cult Club, easy with the salt rub
Channeling the Dolly, Sheep Syndrome heartthrob
Wish we never met, felt fake from the jump
Baby face, baby powder slave for the bump
Lacking opinions, layered like onions
Chopping you down with my axe like Paul Bunyan
Don't give a fuck coz I'm alien
Can't be concerned with the plebians
Your hidden agendas we eat like placentas
The fountain of youth we be ancient descendants
Repeat hook
Verse 2:
Pot calling kettle black
Tryna be relevant but running off track
The forces that be see you forcing your Chi
Biters be biting off more than they feed
Upset the flow, never listen to the masses
Ashes to ashes, the cat with the baggage
Managing mischief, relieving of tragedy
Dark arts and magic this music the remedy
Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water
Your ego is getting you further and further
Preach and never practice, covert op tactics
Celebrity status on your mind's apparatus
Fiending for the fame playing games cerebral
Mutating the truth, X-Men cathedral
Anything to shine bright, karma when the time's right
Loving up the limelight out of mind and out of sight
Repeat hook
