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Move back mother fucker. This a Homicide scene.
Can't count the bodies and the horror's I've seen.
Anyone can get it if they're not on my team.
Fuck New or old school - I'm a Colombine teen.
Polystyrene - Rappers crack and crumble.
If I smell a bit of pride then I'ma snatch it from you.
You can't really rap then start acting humble.
I put gats to your trap and make rappers mumble.
You think you got mean swag and seem bad ?
My sack can't fit in your slim jeans - my jeans sag.
Finna slap a rapper while his team dab.
He can't react like paraplegics getting tea-bagged.

Fall back.
We stepped in here holding our ball sacks.
Rappers got swag but ain't all that.
Where the fuck all that tough talk at ?
Time to talk back ! Cause...

We ain't playing x4

I know you barely know me.
Not your average master of ceremony.
These rappers hate me, but fear me low key
They keep repeating all my rhymes like a karaoke.
Catch me backstage where the air is smokey,
where there's OE and where these daring hoes be.
Where's your girl at ? You never know G.
You gone find me ? You gone fight me ? yeah, we gone see...
I'm with your chick in third base. Dick in her face.
Wet fingers in between her miniature waist.
I'm bout to slide up in your kiddies birthplace
while you're working at the office with Ricky Gervais.
Cause you're a sack of shit. Your daughter snapped a pic.
She begged me for a selfie and I autographed her tits.
Me and your sister made a pornographic flick
We bout to meet up with your moms and have an orgie after this cause...

We ain't playing x4

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The scene's in a sick state, there's tedious click bait,
all these tedious trends that the media dictates
rapper tools on who they get people to fixate.
Somebody dies their hair and all your penis' inflate.
Journalists can suck a mountain of dicks.
This album's the shit - and you ain't wrote about the shit yet ?
Recognize that I'ma beast or I'ma pounce at your neck.
You fucking clowns... don't deserve an ounce of respect.
But yet we bound to keep rocking,
if thousands keep flocking
If the crowds keep copping all these albums we dropping.
If the power cuts out, we'll be out their beat-boxing,
leaving ennemies screaming out "how do we stop em ?"

Fall back.
We stepped in here holding our ball sacks
Rappers got swag but ain't all that.
Where the fuck all that tough talk at ?
Time to talk back cause...

We ain't playing x4

Sample :
United we stand. Divided we fall.
Divided, the dark ages return.
United, we can save and guide the world.

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from ONDUBGROUND x CHILL BUMP, released October 21, 2018

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