[Intro: Rohan Dehova]

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[Verse 1: Hystend]

Came in real rockily

Gettin' a monopoly

Truck is shaped so oddly

I got it in the back seat

I could sense it audibly

Gotta make it obsolete

Made it out alive, searching for the archive

'Bouta do a slide, 'bouta ride state-wide

So dirty, he a fungicide

Tied like a pair of eyes

[Verse 2: Patrick]

Pull up in that chrome Benz, dressed in all red

Smoking crack like I'm Viper, but I'm not hyper-

Pop goes the gun when I shoot it at yo bitch

Getting paper like a sales pit

Fucked your girl like a free kick

And yo mama want my dick

I might be off a bean, 'cause I feel like Yung Lean

That be what I'm sippin' when I'm dippin' my toes in the pool

Your girl know I'm so cool

All these other MC's minuscule, this rap game like a preschool

[Verse 3: Vaughan]

Soccer, the way I got goals

Spongebob, fill you up with holes

I just met a bitch named Heather

Call me a stapler the way I hold this shit together

Under the weather, but I got the leather

No Minecraft, ima put you in the Nether

Down in the DM, you can call me Yo Gotti

Way I'm flushin' shit, call me yo potty

Eat that cookie like Chips Ahoy

9 months later, like "It's a boy"

I name the kid after yo mama

You know I'm getting these commas

Pull up in the game no drama

Yo mama lookin' like a llama

Ballin' out in pajamas, my swag excess like Rina Sawayama

[Verse 4: Chrissy]

Y'all write your lines, you write your rhymes

Nobody moved, move I write, my lines are right, you're left, you're right, lights out, knock the fuck out

Keep up, meet up, sleep up, you got got, you got your rest, you got your sleep, you write your lines

Nobody moved, you radicate, liquidate, desolate, devastate, pulverize, vaporize, in your eyes

My bad, my fist in your eyes, you tried, you failed, I tried and prevailed

You hop in the posse, hop off my dick, actually hop off the posse, your shit doesn't stick, doesn't click, your girl not thick, arithmetic, that's math

Listen to the best rappers: Vaughan, Hystend, Alex, Anthony

That's the wrong list

[Verse 5: SpvkedHustla]

Y'all not ready for the kid

I ain't even get paid for this

We wrangle some snakes, hiss

Runnin' through K-Mart, call it blitz

Eatin' some peach and grits

Coming with positivity through piss

Stepping to me, better call it quits

Get ready for- to the man of wits

I'm eatin' some Ritz

Grandma knits

Every time I see some negativity, it makes me want to quits

You sweatin down your pits

In Germany with Fritz

I'm out