[Verse 1]

Corny ass rappers getting hyped up by mascots

Claiming that they have guap

I call em have nots

Put 'em in a super soldier figure four until they give me mad props

Things get intense in CAPS LOCK

Lately, I feel a bit offline

But I gotta get it it's all mine

One hundred percent and it's all grind

It's really been feeling like wartimes

These critics are drilling me I'm not the enemy

I'm just a victim of hard times

Our message is vivid it might take a minute

'Cause we gotta fit it in small minds

I try to keep it classy causе I'm not into fashion

They see your chain and get to snatching

That's a chain reaction

Thеy don't like the way we mix it up they want to send me packing

Not for nothing never happen I'll be forever rapping

[Chorus]

If you're ready to feel the rush that's what's up

Feel the adrenalin building up hit the clutch

Even if you think everything sucks put 'em up

Cause if you don't really give a damn we don't give a

[Verse 2]

Flows back so protect your neck

I put 'em in a figure four till I get mad respect

And I keep on bending till I break a leg

I like to rap over rock cause they bang their head

Crank the music so loud that it wakes the dead

I bonged the beers and we drank all the keg

We're gonna rock crowd we're gonna rock it loud

We're gonna rock your town after we paint it red

So mosh with me get lost in all of these thoughts

Whatever the cost may be cause we all crazy

So where my beautiful minds at

To you few I'm tipping my hat

Pain and pleasure chain and tethered that line came together

Like a mutual climax

[Chorus]

If you wanna hear mics get crushed you're in luck

Cause it's Discrepancies plus Dub put 'em up

Even if you feeling down in the slumps show us love

Cause If you don't really give a damn we don't give a

[Verse 3]

Fuck all of ya'll who don't fuck with my team

We dusted the scene

And all of you fuckers who utter I'm stuck in a dream

Fuck do you mean?

Fuck what you thought you fuckin fuckers I ought

To fuck you right up on the spot

You got me fucked up you must of forgot

I don't give any fucks by the flock

But luckily I'm not that uppity enough with the fuckery

Shit is disgusting it's nothing but puppetry

Y'all should look up to me yall are the supper

The beat is the cutlery first you was hard

But suddenly you fuckers be softer than butter

We melt on our buttery bread

That we break with our brothers

You fuckers be lucky to get any crumbs that we fucking eat

[Verse 4]

Haters approach what do they want

They say they want smoke we know that they don't

Enough with the games not searching for fame

They say I'm a change you know that I won't

I'm crazy like Kim Jung reverting to Islam

Hopping on a plane and flying to Crenshaw

Dropping the N-bomb

[Verse 5]

I speak this heat don't mean to be rash

Quick to eat I dine and I dash

Had to get that chick up out of my pad

She didn't know the name of this band

That's a discrepancy rep to the death of me

That's a necessity we go the recipe

We on a mission, we came to get it

Don't ever step to me flexing my weaponry but

[Chorus]

If you wanna hear mics get crushed you're in luck

Feel the adrenalin building up hit the clutch

Even if you're down in the dumps show us love

'Cause if you don't really give a damn we don't give a

[Outro]

Do you think we said "Fuck" too many times in that last...

Absolutely

It's kinda ridiculous