[Intro: Cracker Trapper]
Yo
Now you heard this beat before
Cracker trapper remix coming at you (Jar-Jar Bluntz: Cracker traaap)
Brought some homies with me
(TBone: Aight)
(Yeet)
(Trill Nye: Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Yeah
Going in
'Bout to kill it
[Chorus]
Cracker, I'm a cracker trapper
(Squad, squad) x4
[Verse 1: Jar-Jar Bluntz]
In this bitch first like a motherfucker put in a hearse because he got shot for snatching her purse and I'm like
Oh bitch
I cut your ass, beat your ass and put you in a ditch
Yeeah
With the Cracker Trapper going hard it's the remix going ham and you know that I ain't a salad
Because you know my shit is valid
Spitting crack
Trappin cracker with the Cracker Trapper
He's so dapper
Looking happier than a fucking clam
Will.i.am is a bitch
Fuck you and your bitch
Uuuuuuuuhh
Shouts out to Haystacks
In this bitch cracker trapping!
[Verse 2: Haystacks]
Yeah!
(Alright, okay, yeah.)
Cracker Trapper
Cracker Trapper we in this shit
Cracker Trapper and the mother' master slayer Haystacker
Uh
And I got these racks in my back pocket
Uh
And like supreme uh cause I rock it in my team uh
Yeah I got them right behind me
Hanging from my socket like my elbow
Whoops I spit it up and though-
Oh
Shit I
Didn't mean to say that
But I'll keep it
I'll go
I'll flow
Like the Ipswich River so endless
And I'm in that shit forever
Pull a bow and arrow on you from my quiver
Yeah, and all my shit is penless
Yeah, of course I deliver
Through my ta-d'aw fuck
I fucked up
God dammit
Yeah, I hate it when I run out of shit to say
Yeah, it's the worst
But I take my get-out and spray you like Bobby Shmurda
Yeah, I said it
I spray for you
And then I
I fucking
I'll go gay for you -- Just kidding nah nigga
Just at the prep
Sixteen bigger six figures, Yeah, I made it
Yeah, and of course I rep my team
Yeah, I'm faded
That Hay's got that lean, Uh
Uh
Uh, and I keep it clean
Okay
Don't got
Much to say
The original cracker trapper and here okay
Uh
Uh
Okay, I'm done
That's the, that's the end of the day
[Interlude: Jar-Jar Bluntz]
Yo, this is DJ Professor Crack Trap
About to hear from my nigga Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo Pablo in this bitch, Pablo X7 Es-co-bars
You know
About to remix this shdsh
Shit
Yeah son
You know
About to be hot as fuck
Spits bars like Charizard
Spits hotter than fucking gumbo, man
Get ready man
Got the Sriracha and everything
Get ready
[Verse 3: Pablo X7 Escobars]
Blunt in my mouth
Blunt in my hand
Can't understand my plan to sell grams to the fans
In the stands go grab me like a cow
The whores all say ow
Got a gun that goes blaow
I got money
Steal your honey
Hopping like bunnies
I'll be chummy with your mummy and then i'll cummy in her tummy
Pablo Escobars
Yeah I'll get far
Riding in my car
Like winnifresh
Because I'm fresh
Fresher than the best
Gun under my vest
Killing bitches like:
BLAAOW
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Cracker Trapper]
Yeah!
I'm hot like Sriracha
Yeah!
My mom just made me pasta
Now I'm gonna write this mother rap faster
Like I'm fucking driving fuck a car in NASCAR
Yeah
I'm the Cracker Trapper
Yeah
Call me up I'll slap you
Yeah, Yeah
I got a gun to blast you
Like my dick blast cum into your ass like that's done
Like I'm Raz Fresco
I'm rapping on these tests go
I will make the test flow
And make my fucking rap flow
I will fucking hit that shit
I will fucking use my dick
And hit that target already gone and spit my fucking cracker shit
Boom, boom, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah,yeah, yeah, blaow
[Verse 5: T-Bone 11749]
Listen up, I like my women in twos
If you fuck with me, then you'll get a bruise
I'm T-Bone, so that means I never lose
I like to pick it man, I like to choose
I pull up to Dunk's with my homie D
You know we munching on that bacon egg and chee'
Was in the bathroom the other day, taking a pee
Turn to the side, guess who I see
Some motherfucker was staring at my D
I popped a cap in his ass, for staring at me
Was put in the state can, yeah I did some time
Robbed a couple stores, not a real big crime
Can't find me a date where I'm not on my grind
Cause bitch I'm T-Bone 11749
Come at me and I'll take you as hostage
I'll tie you up and put you into storage
The world is giving me all of it's knowledge
That's why, man, I ain't going to college
[Verse 6: Sam Stone]
Yo
Stone back in the house, ho
Take your pants
And drop them on the fucking floor
Cracker Trapper got me to come in
On this beat
So open up the door
Uh
And I understand
If y'all have to skip this verse
It's so fucking deadly, it'll leave you in a hearse
Honey was saying my style game is on point
But not as much as my rolling skills, with a fucking joint, ho
And I'm not even 'bout that life
Anymore
Moving on
New house, got 'bout twenty whores!
Sorry if my lyrics got you freezing-Icy like winter
But we ain't fucking
If you got a cold sore
Squad talking about Sriracha yeah I'm all about that rasta
Your ride going bout 200, my lambo
Still going faster
[Verse 7: Tossed Ross]
Ass
Assy ass assassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassassass
In the club
Ass
In my house
Ass
In my car
Ass
In the train
MBTA ass to Boston
Ass
Ass, titty, ass
Hit me up on Skype I'll blast my ass
Titties, face
I like those two things
It's not a race
But I got hit with mace once and I cried for like 6 days
Last Wednesday had my first date
And I took her to Chuckie Cheese's
Yeah
Then she schcsh cheesed on my dick
Yeah
That means she licked the tip
Yeah
Then we got some tokens
Threw them in the air cause I thought she was joking
Then I took her back to the crib
I don't have a crib
She thought I did
Fuck that bitch
[Verse 8: Trill Nye]
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Yo, Trill Nye in the house
Throwing up her blouse
She's like a mouse
I fucking grab her
Grab her tits, grab her ass
Then I'm going to pass her
To all the homies
Then I'm going to grab another bitch
Pour up some Coneys
Smoke a cone, see
On Coney Island with a bitch
Like never been there before
Saw it in a movie
It was groovy
She's going to do me in the jacuzzi
It's fucking nuts
I'm fucking rough
I'm tough
I fuck her in the ass
It's great
I love it
Fucking hate, fucking shove it
Like, what the fuck?
Like, shit!
Like, holy fuck! God!
Like, I'm God!
I'm the pope, I'm dope
Like, shit!
Clit, clit clit clit!
Busting clips in your ass
Cause I don't give a fuck about you!
[Verse 9: Vineyard Rhymes]
Tom Ford, Valentino
I got them chinos
I'm sitting in Starbucks
Drinking that low fat, no whipped cappuccino
Yeah
Just stepped out at dawn
With some new Sperries I got on
Tip toeing Tip toeing
On the lawn
Freshly cut by my gardner
His name's Ron
I'll make you a deal you cannot refuse
You cross me
I'll leave you black and blue
For better or for worse
There'll be no cash in that purse
I'll be in a carriage drawn by horse
With a couple of "hoes" of course
Hey, you know what?
I just slayed that verse
[Verse 10: Young Cringle]
Uh, yo
Young Cringle
Shout out to my boy Lou, shout out to my boy Joey, shout out to T-Bone 11749
He ain't going to college!
Uh, yo!
Feeling alright
Feeling all good
Goon squad hit me up when you wanna know what's good
Just "relax yourself girl, please settle down"
No need to overheat just vibe to the sound!
Cause we're rhythm eclectics
Jazzy eccentrics
Coming at you now with superior genetics
Our game is known from here to Compton
While these sucker MCs don't even know what's popping
You can't comprehend
Brother, sucks for you
Just try to sound it out like a [?]
Word!
Yo, shoutouts to all my boys
Goonsquad
Hell yeah
Word
[Verse 11: GreenT]
[?]cracker but music doesn't want me
[?] studio so long
Don't even go up to pee and
When I get down and dirty
[?] that crank out thirty
Sippin' on that liquor
With so much energy the lights flicker [?]
And I still go
Rap is trying to turn me off but I still glow rise
Just like the sun in the morning
Better keep rising
I'm like global warming
Cause the hate dries this little cracker through
The gate of heaven
Drift up that lavish lifestyle
Ever since I hit eleven
Knew I was going to be the best
[?] my rhymes are so dope I failed the peep test
In rhyming
An get closer to the lime but I'm starting to taste sour
Play these beats over and over in my room for an hour
And time's clicking
And I'm sicking
And It seems like everyone else is just dicking
And my rhymes are so hard to life I aggro
In the cee-ty when they see me
When the look up in the air
I'm like the Superman
Because I'm always high
And so, they see my name as I fly by
In the sky
Doing this until the day I die
And you know why
Cause I'm representing T. E. A
Trevor Eliminator All Day
[Verse 12: Dr. F]
Yo, what's up mans
Dr. F in this motherfucker
Like Magic Mike
Or Mike Meehan
I be rapping
Like I'm fucking Peter Pan
I got ill rhymes, yo
I've got fucking tight rhymes
And my mom's clit
She likes her fucking
Clit
And everybody wants to do it
I'm not really trying to fight
Except if you're a bitch
Then I'll fucking fight
And I've got rhymes
Like
Kites
They're so high in the sky
They're like Mike
Mike, Mike, Mike
I'm on the mic
And fucking rappin and shit
I like sucking on licorice
Uh
Yeah that's right
My names fucking
Dr. F
Fuck Carfox
Fuck Trill Nye
That's right, he's a pussy
And
Fuck you guys, bitch
[Outro: Cracker Trapper]
Yo dude, this is fucking dope
That song had all the craziest niggas on it
Fucking
Cracker Trapper mixtape, last track
Peace out dawgs
Fuck y'all
