[Chorus: Fusr & Contemplate]
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (press delete)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (get out my face)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (yeah I don’t play)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (ay yo gimme space)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (press delete)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (get out my face)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (ay yo gimme space)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (yeah okay)
[Verse 1: Aud]
When I crash hit CtrlAlt... Delete! (ping!)
Imma leave you all under me deceased
I ain’t with the fuckery, ain’t comparin’ me!
Stole the fuckin’ show, this a hold-up, this a burglary (Aye! Aye!)
Line ‘em up and hit ‘em with that 4-5 and that KK
All these little rappers they just copy, and they paste, paste
Stay the hell away from me bruh, I need all the space, space!
Put you in your place and no going backspace (spacebar!)
So, your bitch wanna know where my casa is
So, I told her meet me somewhere at alas sais
Made her spread her legs while driving on a longcut
That’s what you get tryna stop us using shortcuts yuhhh
[Verse 2: Contemplate]
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (press delete)
Do my dance then I flee to the scene (to the scene)
Rub my hands when I see enemies
Cause you know what I’ll be doin’ when I see them motherfuckers
Talk that shit boy! You finna be deleted on the scene boy!
You good at scrappin’? Maybe on a Gameboy
When I crash, I don’t have any control override till the system don’t refresh at all
Act like an NPC (what?) You should know your role
Your mind is like a bot, roaming on your own
Kill them twice, no revives, see no light
I’m the master in this shit, no more lives, no more lies uh!
[Verse 3: Fusr]
Always making tracks that might go well
Fusr is a boss not like Michael
Michael who? Michael Scott, he's Steve Carell
Gotta get my stripes like a gazelle
28 medals like Michael Phelps
Me and my kawals never take no L's
Never AWOL never say farewell, but well
Gotta go pack my bags (huh!?)
Gotta get back to Sac (okay!?)
Gotta work hard, working abroad, packin’ up racks and racks (yeah)
Gotta get carts at a Walmart, I’m tellin’ you facts no cap
Every day, back-to-back I don’t slack that’s whack (that’s whack!)
[Verse 4: Mellow Marc]
All your fuckin posts are whack, and you’ll get no likes for that
Triple 6 on the numpad, I’m the demon on your Mac
You ain’t witty even on that QWERTY
Soaking on that social media shit won’t get you plenty
This ain’t GTA you got no lives to play
If you wanna be robber better hide your face
Vice’s all over the city Tommy with the yay
Hit ‘em with K, so you better pay!
[Chorus: Fusr & Contemplate]
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (press delete)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (get out my face)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (yeah I don’t play)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (ay yo gimme space)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (press delete)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (get out my face)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (ay yo gimme space)
When I crash I CtrlAltDelete (yeah okay)
[Outro: AB the Prophit]
Ayo, Fusr that’s my son right there! Yahnamsayin, haha
Yahnamsayin, Aud over there, yahnamsayin when you hear that shit, haha
Yahnamsayin, ayo my man’s over there Mellow Marc, yahnamsayin yo
You already fuckin’ know, Contemplate man, he gonn make you contemplate your life man
Your fuckin’ life!
Remember none of these niggas is fuckin’ with ya’ll man, all these other motherfuckers is nothin’ but a big bag of fuckin’ feces man!
Nobody fuckin’ with us nigga! Delinquent Society man!