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[Verse 1: Change Up]
Im goin all out, yeah homie call it a call-out
Soon as you started trippin its a givin’ youd fall down
Im all in sunny, its whatever you want now
No jerk allowed, bet i take that battle in all rounds
Higherground feast on em im hungry
Give em the grinch face lookin at em as lunchmeat
A beast, imma bear, people makin me grumpy
Literally ted bundy, and he got the munchies
You’s a bitch, look your panties a bunching
Chicken rappers get breaded and deep fried country
Bout 4 minutes til they get, crisp an crunchy
Im feedin on the weak there ain’t nobody above me
Try to speak on my name and made yourself a target
Ill drive a truck through your 2-story apartment
Im heartless, illest on the scene regardless
Talkin down on me man, this faggot must be retarted
Whos hardest, stabbin through where your heart is
Now rest in piss bitch like you dearly departed
You can get lynched in the back yard where my dog is
When i merk your weak verse homie lets be honest
Only way you’d be sick is if, sick meant garbage
Only way i’d come wack, is it wack meant flawless
If you lookin for me ill be up there where the top is
Starin down while you in a blackhole at the bottom
Im on em, rip em all apart and disect
I made a track for rappers talkin out the side of their neck
Motherfucker…
[Verse 2: WOrsthabitt]
Now its a call out, once some soldiers started to fall out
Decided to halt now, they ain’t wantin to brawl out
Caught their chicky creepin so i opened her doll mouth
An laughed as my demon semon started to crawl out
HigherGround, ain’t no body who touch me
Rollin out the white sheet for anybody who budge me
Take a look inside the industry where the smuts be
Whipe my ass with toilet paper rappers then get to flushing
Got ur bitch, inside her panties im thrusting
It all started at this party where she started to nudge me
Baby i ain’t guilty long as you dont judge me
Got to huggin, then we fuckin now she whipin my clutch clean
Babydaddy trippin, made himself a target
Had the homie endi shoot a blow dart through his cartlidge
Grabbin on his chest he dont know where his heart is
When it come to this shit, higherground go the farthest
Plus we the hardest, didn’t know then you pardoned
Still workin for top ten but we blowin the charts bitch
The way we talk, yeah we writtin like bosses
Always outside the box, never inside the margins
I mean look, we the skinniest an the largest
Our girls be the prettiest and yours be the dog shit
Mad guy? your music ain’t blowin like ours is?
ANTI-SWAG at our shows we cause a mosh pit
We got em, tear em apart all their flesh
Bang bang faggetts betta load ur clips cus you next
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