[Intro:ForestPunk]

This is for the ladies, this is for the fellas

This is for the babies and the crazy storytellers

This is for the losers this is for the winners

This is for the enders and this is for the beginners

This is for my niggas, creatives on a mission

This is for the women not behaving like some bitches

Hold your fingers up, wave em' for the haters

This is for the nows, this is for the laters

Where you from little homie where you from? 4x

[Verse 1:ForestPunk]

L.A this is where the mutant niggas movie starts

School of hard knocks where the supervisions usually armed

"Rockies" in prison so its pugilism through these bars

Means our punchlines are like 2 fists giving bruising scars

Space cadet fugitives is shooting stars

Full of shrooms and spliffs doin' stupid shit and looting cars

Fuck the world and the lubricant is cootie SARS

So I made her sick when I was smoochin all her beauty marks

Stoner mad brain is packed with a mix

Of vulgar bad taste and magnificence

Rob the cash safe and laugh, trickin pigs

And bought a fat plate of caps, with some chips

Comic book robin hood blazin kush, yes!

Take a look and your friendly neighborhood threat:

It's Iggy Pop meets H.R, up in Dexter's Lab

Get the cash a clique of goonies with treasure maps

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So I represent....and be smart 8x

Knock em out the box punk .... Stupid ass

Knock em out the box punk...be smart x4

This is for the ladies, this is for the fellas

This is for the babies, cuz' they crazy storytellers

See we are not no losers, see we are only winners

We are the enders so we are only beginners

This is for my niggas, creatives on a mission

And this is for the women not behavin' like some bitches

Hold yo fingers up, wave em' for the haters

This is for the nows, this is for the laters

Where you from lil homie where you from? x4

[Verse 2:ForestPunk]

L.A come and meet the stupidest wise guys

Because the youth are pissed we're all some hooligan Einsteins

Groin kicker of the federal and corporate pigs

Joint twister like a flexible contortionist

Monkey rappin' a lot for money bags on the spot

Smart alick cuz' all you dummies ask for a lot

Tummies packed with caps and skunky gas from the pot

Walkin' on dubsteps like 20 sacks in his socks

Life's a movie like if David Lynch made a flick

About a bunch of faded kids inside the city's craziness

Brainy 90s babies and the raiding by the shady pigs

We take a piss on they lawns, blaze a swish' and raise a fist, huh?

Academy of mutants what they grade me with?

An easy A for Anarchy, Atheists and Aliens

So all the basements and the speakers that they play me in

Rebellion is viral, I'm the sickness that they made me with

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Mutant Academy!

Feel free to find your designated riot area!