[Chorus: PerkDaddy]
 Back to spitting raps No more chilling back Back in IMAX Time for the bitches to shake their ass [Verse 1: Slim Fucka] Never again that’s what those bitches said Never again and now those bitches dead ay Pulling back up in a brand new Mercedes Hoes all around but ain’t got no time for the ladies No time for nothing but the boys If it ain’t GTF it’s background noise No time for pussy No time to pop bottles No time to settle down with a classic novel Catch 22 of these hands If you make fun of our pitch I kill a motherfucking mocking bitch Great expectations when they listen to our rap We got scarlet on our letters When I finna pop a cap Cause we got pride And you got prejudice More OG than the book of Genesis We’ll leave ‘em all incredulous Fuck the fundamentalist Count a monty crystal Cause we fucking up our nemesis Fuck man I love literature I mean uh Uh shit I mean uh Uh I love bitches a And I love lean And I love my boys [Verse 2: TW33T] Chirp Chirp motherfucker TW33T is fucking back Hitting like a heart attack Coming back on the track And we’re making fat stacks We’re all up in cloud 9 Hitting our limit break But everything we doing Is super fucking fake All the bitches want me Like fats want cake You’re all ground beef But I’m a fillet steak I got pussy galore I’ll buy your entire store Got your bitch and I shook her down to her core Looking at you and your balls looking blue Fuck GTF and I fucked your bitch too Took her to my house and I took off my shirt My dick was super hard so I lifted up her skirt But when I looked down she hit me with a pan She called the cops so I called the clan I jerk off so fast they call me Sonic But my dick gets bruised and the pain is chronic I’m rapping so fast you can call me Logic And I know you know this is nostalgic Finally I’m back on this beat And you know what that means Fuck GTF just TW33T [Verse 3: PerkDaddy] Yo PerkDaddy way is fucking insane I be taking names while Dames give me brain Don’t keep me in chains Don’t fuck with my chains You think I’m playin’ You hear what I’m sayin’? You’ll feel the pain that I brang Entertainment playing with the sanes I’ll take the reigns changing lanes For my own campaigns stop prayin’ You won’t get blood stains while I’m slaying I’m displaying my skill I’m King of the Hill don’t tell me to chill Go see Dr. Phil smoke weed take a pill Go read stay still I’ll do what I will I’ll choose who to kill But ’til then I’ll bruise with the quill And I choose to fill my regards With all the bards that aren’t as hard As mine I think it’s time for PerkDaddy To shine for certain members to decline Just surrender your lies forever was a lie Never Again is a suicide [Verse 4: Dub-K] Dub-K runnin’ lines on bitches Dub-K overdose dig ditches Come on ain’t got time for flow Hop up in my ride press go So? You causing drama with the bros Fuck each other’s wives like a soap-op show You say my dick look small But look at yourself I’ve been stalking you out Like an Elf on a Shelf You try to run the group With your edgy beats Well I’m here to fucking tell ya That I ain’t gonna sleep- Gotta cool down, Gotta cool down, Gotta cool down, Gotta cool down! I pick up thicc bitches and we ride around town I love the fucking beats but I can’t hear the sound My life’s degraded to a life on the ground I feel like a dog who’s been confined in the pound [Verse 5: synapse] I need a hot bath Because my face is so clean Gotta hold it down tight We rising up like some steam Gon’ hop around and kick up my feet Marks on the wall bomb under the seat Grind down on some seed Blood in my teeth Cash in my check and check out some green Bath time bubbly soapy clean With some golden estates Holy water cleansing me of all my mistakes Pics of hottie chicks and gonna Light up the bowl Beat got spices like a tamale roll Spicy on the tip of my tippity tongue Cracking pain zippy zap because your body be stung Did it for the fix cherry red like my lips Homie dog spit magic cause he be a wiz Don’t need proof aye my camera got pics Pimpin’ with the gang cause we back in biz [Chorus: PerkDaddy]
 Back to spitting raps No more chilling back Back in IMAX Time for the bitches to shake their ass Back in, Back in

[Verse 1: synapse] Stabbin’ it, stabbin’ it, stabbin’ it Puttin’ it into the back of the Back of the cabinet Copping a feeling so imma just hop in it Popping off loud like we on proper shit ay I am the robber that shoot ay I feel like running it too ay I don’t wanna be here with you But if it come to money I’ll put it past you What is the deal with the pop Baby my killing won’t stop Filling my cannon and filling that bag again Pull off for nothin ain’t gaining no pity here Make up my mind of a better year Face blue I be shedding a couple tears My eyes I wanna see the f- Teeth on the curb feet in the dirt Grit on my knuckles you feeling that burn Teeth on the curb feet in the dirt Weight on my body I feel insecure [Verse 2: PerkDaddy] Stake out a hottie I’m feeling the curves Make her feel naughty I rip off her shirt Take out a body I’m digging in dirt I race down the lobby sprinting and spurts Committing murder feeding the sirs Seeding the curse I’m pleading the first While reading this verse I’m feeding this urge For leading a purge now in my Ferrari Feeling the burst I look through your lies Infrared now look at my eyes Turning red I’m hearing your cries In your bed hearing bells in my head Ringing across these bars as I tread Using my heart as my leg but I’m loosing my arms and my legs Trying to pick it apart jumps in my car Revving it hard driving it far Flipping a cop off on the roof top While popping off the top of a soda pop Swerving like a bitch in a crop top ‘Fore the cop stops me tries to pop me But I flip it around I put him in the backseat Of a tacky taxi with an Iraqi Slim Fucka will take him and put him in a sack And throw him in the Black Sea yuh [Chorus: Slim Fucka] They on us like a hitman Don’t give us shit man It’s lit man don’t quit man They counterfeit They on us like a hitman Don’t give us shit man It’s lit man don’t quit man Don’t take a hit They on us like a hitman Don’t give us shit man It’s lit man don’t quit man Don’t throw a fit [Verse 3: TW33T] I’m standing at the top You live under a rock I’m calling you Patrick Call me Hugh Jackman All these dubs I be takin’ You can call a motherfucking hat trick Get me all heated ’til I blast Send all those stupid rappers to the past We’re all gonna fade out but I’ll be the last I’m not saying you need to fucking rap fast Bitch step to me and you’ll see what I mean TW33T they write your lyrics You pay their fee I only rap the shit made by me Man fuck your lyrics they can suck my dick Cause I don’t need people calling me the shit I live in the suburbs drive my Suburban Drinking my bourbon wake up in the morning And I open my curtain see a naked bitch And she’s saying “quit lurking” [Verse 4: Dub-K] If there’s one thing a hard Motherfucker learns on the streets It’s how to flip a storage locker At nineteen dollars and put the profits In a fund to found his empire of beats Picking and flipping My profit game be crippling I fucked up Berry Weiss cause his Bidding method slippin’ Next time he’ll think twice Cause he knows that I’m the kingpin He tried to hold my mission For which I’d been commissioned Find my Grandma’s missing rare Tiffany And company chrysanthemum Sterling suturing She lost it fifty years ago But she’s still circulating No time for slurping up that phone No time for masturbating If you trynna outbid me I hope you like awareness Air it live on A&E I’ll beat you fucking senseless When storage units are abandoned Bidding wars begin And Dub-K turns a little ving drill Into half a mil and a brand new grill Celebrate with a drink and a little blue pill (Sold!) If there’s something you can learn From GTF’s new hit it’s that you Shouldn’t fuck with Dub-K When he’s on his flip shit You ain’t got time to throw a fit Cause I’m on you like a hitman [Chorus: Slim Fucka] They on us like a hitman Don’t give us shit man It’s lit man don’t quit man They counterfeit They on us like a hitman Don’t give us shit man It’s lit man don’t quit man Don’t take a hit They on us like a hitman Don’t give us shit man It’s lit man don’t quit man Don’t throw a fit [Verse 5: Slim Fucka] Yo, yo this next verse This next verse though It’s fuckin’ mediocre Yo, we do it for the groupies But you know they acting radical Fanatical animals need to take a sabbatical It’s like Hannibal yo they trynna eat us alive Cause we striving for greatness And we thrive on the stages But now we famous and you know We got the nameless shameless masses Got molasses on our asses man They tenacious oh voracious It’s outrageous need to take a hiatus But you know they can’t stop the greatest

[Verse 1: TW33T] She says “Say goodbye” I shot up in my thigh She said “You’re gonna die” I was like “Bitch this shit is Omni-trope And bitch so you know This shit is so I grow” So you all know my dick isn’t long But I make fried rice like my name Ching Chong In APUSH I be writing my songs You all know where this shit belongs And I ain’t no Jamaican and I ain’t smoking weed But I’ll show you a good a time for a small fucking fee We’ll play Super Smash Bros all night on my Wii I’ll play Ganondorf bitch [Verse 2: synapse] Going mach seven when we racing to that finish line Spaceship, rocket ship, we on that rocker shit Always coming down when I say I won’t spread my wing Heart out gold plane still out spacing Alien my skin is yellow Strings play when you hear that cello Slurping my cup some jello Spaced out my heart rate mellow Off with their heads (ET phone home) Securing my bag (Collecting some dough) Wipeout the feds (Won’t leave me alone) [Verse 3: Dub-K] Sipping my bourbon back home on my farm Heard a funny sound coming from my piggy barn Thought I heard a few oinks pig sexy time Giving me headache boy I hope my piggies fine Bust open the doors I see that I was wrong Little green dudes with fucking massive dongs Darth Ventilator coming at me like a space invader “Greetings Dub-K I really like your farm I’d like to buy it off you for a pound of chicken parm” Well that’s not bad but I really love my stock He said that’s too bad “Cause I want them on my cock” [Verse 4: PerkDaddy] Swiftly started lifting and drifting into space Started shifting all this twisting and spinning into place I’m sifting through the music drifting through acoustics Slip into confusion exist in an illusion I uplift to this new shit it’s stiffer like bamboo sticks Man it’s broomsticks or as toothpicks But I take the sticks and use it to pick Out my pharmaceutics to put into my juice mix Input into my loose lips but I top my reigns For the woo chicks better up my game By two clicks chick-chick Now, would it change my linguistics into viciousness Or make me a pacifist that’s blasphemous You sack of shit suck a bag of dicks You fucking activist you cracker dick You white kaepernick my analysis That you like to per stick to abstinence Gotta lot of tricks but you talentless I’m PerkDaddy and you outta biz Big words you into calculus you fucking nerd Using abacus fuck you doing miraculous Fuck you brewing is that cannabis? What you’re doing isn’t savage bitch Stop rapping just be passionless Oh shit gotta salvage this And challenge this unravel it [Verse 5: Slim Fucka]
 Bitch, I’m so famous you’d think that I’m a celebrity Yo, I’m using telepathy make my dick long like centipede Why the fuck I’m Slim Fucka? Cause I can’t keep it down Stiff like wood on the daily when your bitch is in town Elon still my Daddy, picked him up in the caddy With some chicks in the back seat I’ve got chicks on my psyche Sike who needs hot women when we’ve got supernovas I drove this model X Tesla it ain’t no fucking Toyota Bitch I’ve been in space while you’ve been jacking off Bitch you’ve been disgraced I fucked an astronaut Man fuck with the band bitches be banned Got so much pussy my homies be mad Man watch out Slim Fucka be fucking up bitches Who fucked up they fuck up won’t fuck with me Watch out might fuck with me

[Verse 1: TW33T] Cluck cluck I don’t give a fuck fuck Bitches grab my dick and they proceed to suck suck They destroy that shit man I swear they on some wood chucks Every time they see me they always lookin’ star struck Chirp chirp stomp you on the curb curb In the words of Team Rocket you’re a Motherfucking twerp twerp I gave her the vitamin D And she took it and she slurp slurp She took it like she took another one of those herbs Hoot hoot I cover you and loot loot Kill you collect the loot loot I’m an intellect and you a brute brute Put you in my sights and I cock it back and shoot you Squawk squawk I cut off your cock cock Body of the Rock Rock One v one me battlefield three stock Call me Tesla cause I hit you with that shock shock Bitch fuck this [Verse 2: Slim Fucka] Bonjour hit the floor we in New Orleans Say au revoir as we hop into our limousine Big Easy feeling queasy on Bourbon Street Feel the beat running fleet with our feet on the concrete New Orleans where the music don’t stop New Orleans it’s a melting pot New Orleans bitches want our numerals New Orleans where you party in a funeral In the arena best you seen-uh Bitch is wetter like Hurricane Katrina They admire the super hot fire Got more spice than Jambalaya Fuck Atlanta fuck Havana Feeling that Americana Fuck Montana fuck Savanna Cause we party hard in Louisiana [Verse 3: PerkDaddy] Hey, let’s start dating I fucking love you Let’s have babies I wanna fucking drug you Just kidding let’s have a family you’re so manly Fuck you bitch you gangly and kangly I’m a dick Oh you so damaging I’m fucking vanishing I’m putting bandaging because imma fake You began hitting me Oh are you shitting me? Are you fucking kidding me? You best be kidding me cause that’s permitted Me to read your fertility I mean literally Rip out your ovaries Ah get the fuck away from me I was speaking metaphorically But historically men kill women Yeah, orally so get on your knees and work for me I’m immoral Oh okay don’t go so forcefully We’ll see [Verse 4: synapse] Time to celebrate Rowdy me that just my traits Drowsy boy I need an eighth Save it like a cheapskate Jumping out launch parachute Let em know I might break down Cling for air need a space suit World renown hung upside down Stick it to the rich man Who got the issue? Hide out like a G-man We won’t miss you Party like Mardi Gras Criminal we be outlaw Filling me filling me in all of the stuff you been keeping from Hunting and stunting look out for the hit and run Stick it to the rich man Who got the issue? Hide out like a G-man We won’t miss you Party like Mardi Gras Criminal we be outlaw Filling me filling me in all of the stuff you been keeping from Hunting and stunting look out for the hit and run Stick it to the rich man Who got the issue? Hide out like a G-man We won’t miss you Party like Mardi Gras Criminal we be outlaw Filling me filling me in all of the stuff you been keeping from Hunting and stunting look out for the hit and run [Verse 5: Dub-K] Aw yeah sit back baby And let my voice take you to ecstasy I never run from home I snorted too much blow I went too hard last night And now my ass glued tight Does someone here study Proctocology? [Outro: TW33T/Dub-K] GTF gang, GTF gang, GTF gang GTF gang, GTF gang, GTF gang GTF gang, GTF gang, GTF gang

[Verse 1: synapse] They all call me lovely Sweet thing like some honey Dripping like some water (drip drip) Better watch the puddle boy you gonna slip Throw some punches hit no doubt Face with acne breaking out Night be jazzy might checkout Only care ‘bout the wrist when it iced out Iced out, ah, we’re iced out Watch us when we’re moving move like viper We iced out Step to me trynna pin me down Turn to faith it’ll turn you down Flip it around been icing out Flip it around been icing out yeah [Chorus: TW33T/Slim Fucka] We so icy we go drip We got the bitches on our lips The cops hate us like the Bloods hate Crips They just mad they dick a shrimp We so icy we go drip We got the bitches on our lips The cops hate us like the Bloods hate Crips They just mad they dick a shrimp [Verse 2: Slim Fucka] TW33T got the ride Hop inside so he can steer (Chirp) But don’t worry ‘bout it Mom He’s had his license for a year Ay we pull up to the party in our Ferrari It’s brand new jamming through the night As long as we home for curfew Sippin’ on some beverages In need of a refresher But we don’t touch any alcohol We don’t succumb to peer pressure Walk into the club like “What’s up let’s have some fun” Sike, no I don’t cause I ain’t twenty one Yo if courtesy was currency We’d all be fucking rich And if you don’t wear a seatbelt You a mother fucking bitch So we grab it from the side of our ride And then we click it Spent all my allowance so I can’t afford a ticket Now we driving through the night While the light is dimmin’ We treat the traffic laws like we treat our women With respect, bitch [Verse 3: synapse] Speed it up it’s boring me Burnt it with a ten degree Time is what be killing me Villainous like enemy On the throne, bitch send ‘em home All I got left is my skin and bone I can’t listen I be twisted Hate the system I be distant [Chorus: TW33T/Slim Fucka] We so icy we go drip We got the bitches on our lips The cops hate us like the Bloods hate Crips They just mad they dick a shrimp We so icy we go drip We got the bitches on our lips The cops hate us like the Bloods hate Crips They just mad they dick a shrimp

[Verse 1: Dub-K] White cup full of purple stuff That’s that syrup you see me drankin’ (unintelligible) [Verse 2: synapse] Heist on all my diamonds man Zip line crash through windows tint Iced so call me dirty dan Ski mask on wipe fingerprint Sipping on my sipping on my ice cold purple drank Sipping on my sipping on my ice cold purple drank Purple sippin’ purple drankin’ Purple sippin’ purple drankin’ Purple sippin’ purple drankin’ [Verse 3: PerkDaddy] Let’s get it I’m sick of my headache I’m thinking I’m getting a shit ton of medics And change my genetics and rid me of skeptics Ju-ju-ju just to be safe changed my aesthetics My entire prosthetics and also cosmetics I’m fucking pathetic Thanks to my new kinetics I cranked to these dudes energetic I shouldn’t thank dudes and behead ‘em Of this fake news I’m taking the credit And ending it bombing it twisting and bending it If they feeling jealous I send it I’m on a hellish regiment yeah [Verse 4: Slim Fucka] Tuesday morning and I’m feeling real sick Cause the cough is constant and the mucus is thick See a box of tissues I’m plannin’ on grabbing it When I look to my right and I see the medicine cabinet So I open it up my stare is blank ’Til I see a bottle of that purple drank Take a look loose my frown Pour a bottle slurp it down But my head gets light and I start to sway Read the instructions to see what they say “Drink two teaspoons to pacify cough” But I drank two cups and I feel a bit off Aw shit Hallucinations creations of strange sensations Eye dilation mind sedation Consciousness takes a vacation Reality augmentation fluctuation of circulation Fabrication of illustrations infestation of information Strange realizations palpations inner mind activation Then I woke up with my head in a fish tank That’s the last time that I drank that purple drank [Verse 5: TW33T] I’m working with my bros and I’m working on my flows I always talking about getting so many hoes But it’s a lie and I know it’s not right Cause I wanna feel like a stud inside But I feel like a dud inside I feel all alone like Edgar Allan Poe Always writing my raps about flexing with dough But I’m done with that and I’m changing my flow And I murder this beat like a group of crows It’s not about your money and it’s not about your car It’s about what you understand and what you know It’s not about pussy and it’s not about sex It’s about never feeling alone Fuck ‘em all fuck the people who disregard you Fuck the people who wanna stop you Fuck the people who want you to fall Fuck ‘em all Fuck the people who disregard you Fuck the people who wanna stop you Fuck the people who want you to fall Fuck ‘em all, fuck ‘em all

[Intro: PerkDaddy] Few days left Just wait ’til I bust out this shit [Verse 1: PerkDaddy] You anticipating the time when I come alive I perpetrating the fine line of my lines Contemplating my mind constantly overdrive But honestly I’m a Mercedes not a Hyundai On a drive by debating on masturbating The love making for my semination But before the penetration and before the temptation Into mating I rise into exploration for GTF nation For my life don’t be fakin’ don’t be shakin’ Be awake and be alive do or die This is it I’ve arrived [Chorus: PerkDaddy] In a waiting room listening to boring tunes Breathing toxic fumes gotta leave the system real soon In a waiting room listening to boring tunes Breathing toxic fumes gotta leave the system real soon [Verse 2: PerkDaddy] And I’m onto it better fucking move cause I’m dominant If I’m still I be bombing it come and hit using my wit I be ominous once I come to hit I be prominent With all my hits I’m an anomaly I’m my own colony like a home grown botany Fuck I grown my own broccoli Bitch I’m tone when I’m bodying this tone Out of me you’re blown Now your bodily bones are wobbly Like being powned by my hominally King of the throne is where I wanna be Not gonna be a clone or some commonly Drone for monopoly it’s time to see PerkDaddy In his throne curtains stun open for show [Chorus: PerkDaddy] In a waiting room listening to boring tunes Breathing toxic fumes gotta leave the system real soon In a waiting room listening to boring tunes Breathing toxic fumes gotta leave GTF soon [Verse 3: PerkDaddy] People wait to flee the room they assume Their fate’s to leave the room But print to sue they see They reality in doom they start to weep the room They sink into the sea Exhume the beat and creep Into the tomb it sleep all they can do is dream While I succeed to my own drum Fee fi fo fum fucking outta here When I die then I’m done Marching like the guys with the guns Fuck it I’m a sergeant with a ton of fucking guns Charging everyone discharging anyone Hitting the floor run to the forefront For the pure fun without my four buds Winning the war as one with my fucking sour tongue Swerving and spun you’re stung Killing ‘em one by one Towing ‘em in the back of my trunk Throw ‘em in sack like a junk Wacking ‘em clunk clunk clunk It turns black for them punks PerkDaddy’s back to attack and in fact GTF sunk Yeah mother fucker never again only PerkDaddy now

[Verse 1: Dub-K] I used to wake up (ah) To the sight of a plastic D-cup You hold me in your arms so cold You displayed clothes from Kohl’s You taught me how to love I taught you how to roll I wish it was enough In a world of cheaters Does there still exist a God above? I know I fucked up baby But real life pussy make my dick go crazy (So coo-coo) I used to think Dub-K could commit But I guess my word ain’t shit Cause I licked another tit [Verse 2: Dub-K] A seductor stole my soul last night Seemed like a good idea but it only caused a fight I did it for you babe all that money I saved Gonna take you to Hawaii Now you wanna turn my dick to Mahi-mahi (Mahi-mahi) I wish I could go back before I smoked my crack Before we hooked up in the kitchen of an Outback (Outback) Before I emptied my sack in a bitch (Bitch) Who never cared about me or my family Or my dreams (My dreams) Of becoming supreme on every television screen in America ‘Nother month for the player please say it’s true But I don’t wanna be another pussy slayer (Pussy slayer) Why can’t I go back? When my homies were just that? (Just that) Back to rubbin’ belly fat back to Taco Bell shats Back to spits caring facts back to the contracts When I had nothing good to say When my life was just okay Way back when way back before I was Dub-K [Verse 3: Reginald] Hi my name is Reginald I study presidential polls I ain’t got a bong because Weed is for the criminals (Criminals) I ain’t poppin’ Addys but You see me poppin’ Tylenol (Tylenol) Bitch you know I got it all Doctorate in dentistry but Now we getting physical (Physical) Blood up in my brain So my dick is barely visible (Where is it?) Your girl be chilling at the mall My bitch work for the hospital (Woop Woop) MD PHD burn you like an effigy You snorting up that white powder While my bitch is cummin’ louder My rhymes got so much radiation Boy you’re gonna need a chem shower PHD gang [Verse 4: Dub-K] But now I’m on that crack I’m livin’ on the streets Save me from my misery I take pics of my feet-ery And send ‘em out illegally It’s not much of a job But hey it pays the fees I get down on my knees And I’m begging mercy please I just need some more crack One more fix for me I love crack I love crack

[Intro: Dub-K/PerkDaddy] You ready to pop a vein Perk? Brother K, I’m ready to bust a fucking artery [Verse 1: PerkDaddy] Up in my hustle getting those muscles Eating more brussels I chuckle thinking About beating a bitch named Russel Use my knuckles scared I’m scuffled Make him muffled then he’ll suck my honeysuckle From the double don’t think I run from trouble Don’t think I’m all that subtle grab a shovel Beat me senseless so I struggle it’s so easy I’ll unbuckle in my car smack me hard So I fumble in a puddle in a puddle of my own blood Cause bitches know I’m a grown stud When I hit the weights you better show love Better masturbate to me and Brother K Cause we tone gods (Woo) [Verse 2: Dub-K] Dripping with ass sweat I can’t throw a mad fit I’m getting those hot pecs I’m curling my biceps I’m setting on my reps Get hard it’s my reflex I’m showing my arm flex I’m buffing up my sex appeal Slippery like a seal but I’m sipping protein meal And my calves are like some steel And I’m working ’til I’m teal So you take my poisoned meal Hot yoga and Judo Hot tea and Jujitsu Hot bitch in a rolo I’d rather be swol yo My shirt barely fits you My dick barely fits too I’m spitting out Hi-Chew I’m set like a young Jew I slip off my gym shoes Hydrate with a cold brew [Verse 3: PerkDaddy] Echo sounding from my pounding It’s surrounding all surrounding Something set up and astound me Blueprint to fucking unison I mean It’s a lubricant for pubescent I mean It’s a percent of the Jews we bent Without consent I meant It was a Nintendo that’s not how it went Brother K please explain [Verse 4: Dub-K] PerkDaddy it’s all okay What he meant to say was that we like to see a young thug Getting jacked from the back and chiseled on his young mug We ain’t assault little boys they ain’t gon’ make us Doy-yoy-yoing mistake us for man lovers But we never take a brother undercover We just cover for each other (I went to hard bro) (Get the fuck back up) [Verse 5: Dub-K/PerkDaddy] No need for a tech fit my muscles are perfect It’s all fucking worth it we’re big as buffoons We out at the pool deck looking at boobs check We’re fucking like rabbits it’s like Looney Tunes Sex on a beach front (Spreading my frosting) All over her burnt buns (Exhausting and costless) Spreading my frosting (I already said that) Sorry it takes me a little longer We were lost in the frosting we’re deep in the sand In the middle of tossing we saw it’s a man Dub-K dicked him down first But Perk was the first one to suck on his dick son Guess our sex lives diverse

[Verse 1: TW33T] Cha-Ching getting those tokens gonna play all day We gonna play every single game Growing up blowing up despite the hate We are still going up I just wanna hear people scream my name I wanna blow up and achieve the fame I wanna walk around able to flaunt I wanna fight people like a Belmont I wanna haunt I wanna taunt I wanna be considered nonchalant Coming straight out of the quest like a hero Going to a hundred started from zero All the bitches want me to stop it But I exploit it for the profit And I’m a prophet but I can’t top it Everyone still telling me to stop it [Chorus: TW33T] Tweet tweet bitch (ay) Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching) RIP my brothers man Hoes they won’t be missed (Skrt Skrt) Tweet tweet bitch (ay) Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching) RIP my brothers man Hoes they won’t be missed [Verse 2: TW33T] Rewind taken back in time Dropping in all of these dimes What the fuck just happened? All the shit we imagined All the time everyday with these Games we used to play We wanted to go forward Now we look backward Just wanna give up Go back before the break up, burn up, being grown up Didn’t realize we were blessed Now figuring out we are depressed Losing each other like we lost ourselves Hiding ourselves among these shelves Used to live like we were the best Now figuring out we’re like the rest Thought we’d be heroes but now we’re just zeroes [Chorus: TW33T] Tweet tweet bitch (ay) Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching) RIP my brothers man Hoes they won’t be missed (Skrt Skrt) Tweet tweet bitch (ay) Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching) RIP my brothers man Hoes they won’t be missed [Verse 3: TW33T] I ain’t gonna rant you see This is my fighting fantasy I’m stuck here in agony And I’m hitting you with all of this blasphemy From my penthouse balcony I’m more powerful than gravity Please call me your majesty I do all of this casually Happily actually this is a tragedy A mother fucking travesty To get to me you’d have to leave your galaxy To get to your level I need cinder block shoes And a cruise to the Mariana Trench I’m the head player in the game You sitting on the bench Imma beat you so badly like you are the French Better bring an umbrella you’re aboutta get drenched Mass over volume bitch you are dense Coming at you cause I’m on the defense Finna bitch slap you your bitch need some sense [Chorus: TW33T] Tweet tweet bitch (ay) Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching) RIP my brothers man Hoes they won’t be missed (Skrt Skrt) Tweet tweet bitch (ay) Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching) RIP my brothers man Hoes they won’t be missed

[Verse 1: synapse] Woke up at 4 am Feelings causing mayhem Clear the smoke out of my head Because I’m better off dead Crack my skull and twist my fingers I don’t hate myself If they wanna hate me It’s probably because I’m not myself [Verse 2: synapse] God ain’t give me a penny I’ll make a million dollars But now I’m stuck in the kingdom Of holy mercy and reason I am the angel of sorrow Not the angel they meant Down on my knees to regret That I ain’t seen tomorrow [Verse 3: synapse] Legacy, Legacy, Legacy If she’d hit me all along That wouldn’t make me wrong If she meant it all along That wouldn’t make me wrong Legacy, Legacy, Legacy If she’d hit me all along That wouldn’t make me wrong If she meant it all along That wouldn’t make me wrong

[Intro: Slim Fucka] All bitches appearing in this work Are hypothetical Any resemblance to real bitches Living or dead is purely coincidental [Verse 1: Slim Fucka] Been around the world And I traveled all around Still got a lot of questions But there’s one thing that I’ve found Seen a lot of women That I think are really great But there’s some bitches Man there’s some bitches that I really fucking hate [Verse 2: Slim Fucka] You know I hate a bitch Who’s obsessed with astrology If I’m a Scorpio I do not owe you an apology You know I hate a bitch They got a pet chihuahua I think cowards like a bitch or barks for hours You know I hate a bitch that got more than ten toes Chernobyl ass bitch man fuck those hoes You know I hate a bitch from Sweden Don’t know why just hate Sweden You know I hate a bitch who use the dog filter Looks like shit and it knocks me off kilter You know I hate a bitch who calls themselves quirky Bitch your personality is drier than some beef jerky Know I hate a bitch that smokes meth That’s fucking scary and they got bad breath You know I hate a bitch that disrespects they mom I slapped that bitch like an atom bomb You know I hate a bitch that don’t treat me the same Now that I’m rolling in new found fame I sit in my bathtub and I start to cry Cause deep deep down you know I’m still the same guy [Verse 3: Slim Fucka] Well, I’m showing those bitches who’s boss But I’m worried that I won’t get my point across Cause so far this song has been quite terrific But I think I need to be a bit more specific So Cardi B fuck that bitch Eva Braun man fuck that bitch Woah Vicky I hate that bitch Belle Delphine can’t stand that bitch Lori Loughlin I hate that bitch Kylie Jenner fuck that bitch Azula man fuck that bitch Professor Umbridge I hate that bitch So if you learned one thing from this stupid song Don’t be a bitch and you can’t go wrong

[Verse 1: synapse] Sometimes I feel like I’m way too sexy Sometimes I be shy to show my blessings Minimize Minimize Handle my businesses don’t talk to me directly No one above me acting like they all so lovely Recognize Recognize I be that genie some mystical feeling They coming for loving but leaving with nothing My tongue tasting bitter face sparkle like glitter Man you on some shit your head stuck in the shitter Outfit be shinning like rose of the gold Legs keep on running James Bond on a roll Crack open cold one and cracking your bone Recognize, recognize I be so pretty reflect on myself Yeah, yeah, yeah lately feeling myself Paper leaf outta the book Captain like hook Taking the bluffing wrong man what they do I been making some plans hoping that they come through All the watching and stalking got nothing prove Fish with the scale ridding coattail Weight like a ton burden breaking the scale I’m popping cherry cola like her virginity Chemical toxic like his masculinity Attitude be filling up with salinity Walking on water I’m feeling divinity [Verse 2: Slim Fucka] Bitches on my back Ladies on my trail Hoes all around me Thots on my tail I appeal to the feminine I’m sweeter than an M&M Cause I’m a fucking specimen I’m pumping that adrenaline But I hustle from the hussies Watch out for the wenches Strut from the strumpets Leave the bitches on the benches Sidestep the sluts Cha-cha from the chicks Cause there’s only one bitch Who deserves this dick: Slim Fucka Bitch grabbed my dick so I struck her (Slim Fucka say what, Slim Fucka say what) I don’t support violence let me make that clear But I slap a bitch into next fucking year [Verse 3: Slim Fucka] Bitches they on me like ice on my wrist Bitches they on me like blood on my fist I try to repel ‘em I try to dispel ‘em I say go to hell but the hunger persists Bitches they on me like kings on a throne Bitches they on me like meat on the bone Hit the ground running but bitches coming And now they are gunning to get in my zone Bitches they on me like rhymes on the beat Bitches they on me like bitches on TW33T Hey I’m just kidding cause we don’t get women But still I be swimming in sexual heat Bitches they on me like waves on the sea Bitches they on me like leaves on a tree I know it look cute but it doesn’t compute Now these bitches en route and they coming for me Turning down the ladies cause I got no need to play tricks Dodging all those bitches like the bullets in the Matrix I think I’m really sexy does that make me a queer? Love myself so much that I jack off in the mirror ay [Verse 4: synapse] Sometimes I feel like I’m way too sexy Sometimes I be shy to show my blessings Aye, we’re popping popping like a carbonated beverage The cops pull up and they swerving got the leverage Recognize Recognize Recognize

[Verse 1: Slim Fucka] Man you know it’s time to mother fucking rage I’m bursting out of my cage Break the needle of the gauge Ay listen up all ya’ll bitches need to calm the fuck down We’re rappers man but you a mother fucking clown Man who the fuck do you think you are? (Ah) I slap you so hard that I leave a scar Man I kick your ass right off the stage (Fuck this shit) But you send us all into a mother fucking rage (Fuck you) [Verse 2: PerkDaddy] Hail PerkDaddy jail deportees Bail nobody male with the feet Kale what’s I eat what you eat dale Fuck you Dale sucking on Gale’s feet Well since I own my beats Hell I should own the streets Yell ‘bout my fucking dick and how big it is Wow I’m a fucking prick But you still listen to my music Use it abuse it and fuse it until you loose it And worship my huge dick (Ha-Ha-Ha) [Verse 3: synapse] Fire it up like its hottie rod Engine revving, car be swerving Boy deserving an act of god Cranking up the thermostat where it at Been raising up the heat Raise the stakes plan for attack I’m mad too bad they raging Disengaging from the masses Nail em in a casket They’ll not call me passive cause I be confident you the opposite I might cause a blitz you a hypocrite Ay never again I make all the hits I make all the hits you the opposite [Verse 4: TW33T] Fuck you, you sound like a fucking chopping board I bet it takes you like an hour just to fucking record You’re a wooden pick I’m a diamond sword I’m pulling up to school in my Mercedes real quick Calling me a fool I’ll shoot you like some gang shit I got the wit and the kit to beat your fucking ass Bitch you’re the student I’m the teacher of a class I’ll get my boy to throw in some shards of glass Now go sit down and roll me some more fucking grass I’m sitting at the top of my fucking throne I finish my meal and I throw you a bone I’m fucking Scar bitch while you are Mufasa Calling up Keemstar he’s gonna dox ya I’m ridding like Flint while you ride it like Goofy Wake every morning getting some coochie Spit on her pussy then I wipe my screen I take the bitches like I’m Sheen See a stupid bitch pull out my Glock Putting the click pull it back and it cocks Put the sights on a bitch pop, pop See a stupid bitch pull out my Glock Putting the click pull it back and it cocks Put the sights on a bitch pop-pop Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop [Verse 5: Dub-K] You thought Dub-K wasn’t gonna be on this track? Slim, Perk, and TW33T synapse trynna be the baddest But everybody know that Dub-K still the maddest I jerk of constantly got build-up in my testes The others try to act tough they’re more like Disney besties If you trynna guess who’s that all you do is page me I’ll pin a mother fucker if he thinks that he out-rage me Word play mother fucker

[Verse 1: PerkDaddy] One more time for the bros with rhymes With flow and highs and lows We be making dimes But I know I lie if I say that I try one more time And in fact I won’t write another line I don’t like the other lines or being a drone Or a clone like the other guys remember the other guys? Should’ve been alone so I could’ve grown Now I fall behind because I know when I hone into my mind I’m shown all the signs it shows there was a clear divide Between the guys ‘bout more than just time I’ve seen it in each of our eyes I’ve heard it in each of our sighs Back to worthless to all of ya’ll guys Was it worth it or should’ve this died? [Verse 2: Dub-K] Pull-in pull-out to pull a quickie Hoe just a skank straight out the big city (Yah) Ah, ah, ah [Verse 3: Slim Fucka] We are gathered today to pay our respects To the subjects of this funeral eulogy Dub-K the king of ambiguity TW33T the jubilee of crudity Synapse lord of musical fluency And Slim Fucka with a view of ingenuity And PerkDaddy root of all of our unity GTF deceased rest in peace [Verse 4: TW33T] Fuck this and fuck that (He just pressed F) Everything about this is sad My head feels so heavy it feels like a stone People just ignoring me I feel so alone (He just pressed F) Everything around me man it’s all turning black Everything’s being drained I feel like a sack (He just pressed F) I look to my right and I look to my left Something told me I had to pay respects (He just pressed F) So I just pressed F [Verse 5: synapse/TW33T] We been castrated now we feeling separated We been castrated now we feeling separated This the Walmart version strings 2.0 Lost my mom in the store jk just might be disowned I grew a few inches but I still ain’t got no bitches Drugs help me find my way but not the illegal ones I own two guns but you can’t see me I’m flexing my arms Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms