[Hook]
3 2 1, if you know that, you better run
Fuckin’ 3 2 1, we’re all the one that they make fun
If you ain’t done, soon that yourself they must and will hunt
Hold down if you got 3 2 1, 3 2 1
[Verse 1]
[B-Ly]
They said, in the hall where the pussies called at
Quit fuckin’ playin’ games, morons, this ain’t a Russian Roulette
Mental gets down singly when you show that ugly cold face
Think you spit better than me, have my feelings fall back?
See these hoes act, what did the ghosts make?
Now sightsee, no one’s lookin’ icy, mug the fuck out, assume we were soulmates?
Approach, pretend to coach, if I don’t, these whores sick of me
But I think they need a fuckin’ Colgate
Right these beasts beat, shit and kick all over my comrades
Applaud loudly when I caused, what I uploaded
Scream out that we’re dope brats
Throughout these stinking skunks hold bat, they would throw that till we’re low fat
Bet I’ll hit’cha, evoke a goddamn stampede
[WillFake]
See them irate, spit with the fuckin’ tirade
Wicked like pirate, walk on the sidetrack
I think, “Where is this shrine at?”
Acting like primates, I’ll circumsize twice your privates
Put you all in a firetrap, pitch a goddamn firebrand
Pour a cold limeade on faces like a suck date
Seek mistakes and they must ask
Sick misstep, my fellas bite back
But these tigresses blame on us like it’s timeless
Why act? I’ll stab their foreheads with the thumbtacks *screaming*
Through diary, WillFake’s right back
Shit, I guess this is fucking mirage
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
[B-Ly]
We need fuckin’ haircut, if the shit’s layout
I’m gonna stay hot to get their goat, bidin’ they wake up
Smell the coffee and vomits I chuck up enough
Choke ‘em up with the shoelaces twice
Should I stumble her when she passes thrice?
That dick-sucking face is nice, bitch
We loathe advise, is corpse of Nazis risin’?
Cerebral stints are full in my cerebellum, sea of the eggheads here
They turn cigarette to the lit rage, poking those bones
Caused the goosebumps to my ribcage
In this age, hack and stalk my Instagram page
Yeah, we taunt y’all on stage
Why can I be afraid of the pussyfooting kitties?
What we can fear with this fuckin’ rampage
[WillFake]
What the hell is the function of this dupping?
Y’all better ponder the students ask for money with hands cupping
Stop this fucking tricking and mocking
When you are coming, no drift that we can catch
You count chicken before hatched
Y’all indirectly dead as a doornail, I’m trapped in a cage
I stuck your mouth with the patch
Then slap y’all with the latch
Throw ethanol and a match (No!)
Bury your corpses with an axe like Boris
Tell everyone these shaggy dog stories, yeah
Bitch, I think there are no sorries
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
[B-Ly]
I’ma walk the chalk, talk the stalk, what the fuck is in store ago?
A lot of chain gangs stand, a lot more celebratin’ won campaign with the champagne
Punish ‘em singin’ stupid chants, that refrigerates my two backhands
We began to champ at the bit by chance, they issued a challenge in a heartbeat
Let me suffice blatantly these problems, that’s a question to Dewa that interrupts
And the crazed butterballs, salute, you have ambush then the face blush
But don’t think we are bluish, we can be angry as the bulls
So stop toyin’ us, bullies get bullets up in the lungs
Y’all were straight, now guess what ended up the story
Which will earn those sudden deaths?
[WillFake]
This is the bad blood, I hate these mad dogs
I’m thirsty and fed-up, I couldn’t near Lock&Lock
I keep watching that clock, this is so long, hell punk
I got pins and needles when I stand up
With my balls too itchy till I grab cock?! *screaming*
I bang your head with the padlock, fuck this badluck
Do you wanna hear me yell “Fuck!”?
And call y’all the fat hogs?
No, bitch, I’d rather hose high gloss enamels to these animals
I’m tired of being doormat, let’s change this fucking format
[Hook]
