(Mack)

Rollin wit my carry on

Packed the van soccer mom

Caroline records look us up

.edu it's the bomb

Soon as i wake up

She's gassed wit her up ass up

But not yet let me get up

Oh it's Karen hey whats up

Got One condom guess were sharin

Droppin gold bars like a Persian prince

Tagged yo crib with CR prints

Hotboxin with the tints

Notice I'm rappin in present tense

Constantly giftin my presence

A little bit under the influence

Goofy like a circus act

Carrying lighter fluid and a lit match

We're burnin down your cabin shack

We're tight, yall slack

Caroline records please respect

Brass nuckle checks to the back of the neck

Fat beats more lethal than cardiac arrest

Yo max pass the crack

So I can get the courage

To bend the girl over

And fuck her right below her ass crack

Too dirty and too flirty

I don't see the big deal

She just wanted me to hit til she squealed

Caroline records is dropping bangers

Were chugging yall sippin

I’ve only been getting cuz first things first

Been rippin

Call up the boys get em in the kitchen

No ride hitchin just a soaking cat gettin

Skateboard flippin group of 4 kids trippin

Stein stays steady on the beat

Cuts sharper than Michael Myers through the sheets

I’m dropping bars and raising hell

From the bottom of a well with a quill and an oil well

Here's max watch out or he will

Confront you trump slump and dump you off

Screaming fuck off to the cops

Smokin pops and drinking vodka

Hi my name is Rikaloff

You won't find resolve

So much experience I might evolve

Take this pill and pray to God it dissolves

Caroline records

Bitch

Joe coffee is all up in it

Stein and me are watching with Max

As Joey pounds a handicapped

Old senile women

Wearing a knit cap

He's an animal

Not abandonable

Wearing green crocks joe coffee fucks til her heart stops

"Oh fuck Joey the women's dead. Let's go take some pops"

If you hate my personality

Go call the cops

Don't ever try to fuckin come at us when that beat drops

Coming from the bottom

But I'm Rollin tops

Deeper in this shit than

Fucking bedrock

Caroline Records just like Pop rocks

We Got the best socks

Call us professors at the school of hard knocks

Its Max and Mack

Call us the pumpkin patch

(Kriegzus)

Kriegzus is here to spit some rhymes

I’d just got back from fucking a dime

Give me sec to catch my breath

I’m out grindin on that meth

I’m phenomenal at rap

So good we’re on the map

Yes it’s a fact that we trap

While you taking a nap

Yo bitch is licking my sack

Why yes we’re living large

The aforementioned bitch is Marge

I fuck her free of charge

Huffin and puffin on a barge

Safe to say that we’re in charge

Always yelling Caroline Records

We’ll jump yo ass call it checkers

Came all the way from Btown to spit

Been dreamin about this since back in the clit

Well meow I’m here so don’t give me no shit

I’m lit, I’m kinda fit, and I’m way better than Big Krit

So why don’t y’all go suck on some slit

I cook em up like steaks on a platter

Aww are you upset hey what’s the matter

Oh right I just shat on your sorry ass

My bad I normally spit with some class

My raps are enorrrme yours have no mass

I wanna compete I really really do

But sadly the only enemy I see is you

No offense but that’s not much of a test

I can see myself easily being the best

Not out of my boys of course

Cuz as a pack will hit you with a force

That’ll send you further than the north

Whiplash from these tracks back and forth

Realin and dealin out the dorm

Don't make it hot but pawps are the new norm

Sucka based bitches trying to get in the palace

Sadly they'd find their friends on my phallus

They call me the king of pops

I sit on a throne fuck the cops

In reality my boys take hold

Of this rap glory we’re about to mold

I’m not sure if you’ve been told

Brandon it’s time to scold

I spit that fire you’re ice cold

(Mack)

I got llamas in my shower

Don't you see how fucking hot I am

(Kriegzus)

Your shit isn't getting sold

In fact it's kinda old

So I think it’s time to fold

Fortune favors the bold

Coming up on the conclusion

Accept that you’re losing

It wasn’t your choosing

But bitch I’m snoozin

You’re perusing thru my stuff

I’ll hit you hard like your moms muff

Ouch that was rough I’ll ease up

If it wasn’t enough I’m built ford tough

BITCH

(Outro)

K: Ayo Brandon you finished with that J?

M: Here take it I’ll roll another anyway

K: Puff puff pass all y’all smell like trash

M: We’re too much thank you for your sorry ass

K: Oh shit that cut like glass