[Intro: Sybyr]

Huoh, huoh

'Ringe

God, God, yeah

Kill 'em, yuh (Haha)

Kill 'em, kill 'em, yagh

Kill 'em, kill 'em

[Verse 1: Sybyr]

Now they making my skully hurt with the syllables they utter (Agh)

Shake these hands, sling 'em in a motel gutter (Agh)

I can barely breathe, oh, surprise, like your mother (Agh)

Never tell me "Simmer down," stressin' like no other

Where your ass been when you feeling neglected? (Huoh)

Fuck do you mean we are better rejected? (Huoh, huoh)

The demons, I clean out, I fucking perfected (Huoh)

I swear he gon' see us, fuck all that Mac shit (Huoh, huoh, huoh, huoh, huoh)

Brain runnin' rampant like a motherfucking crash course

Turn these simple fuckers into dogs, pulling our force

Raging like a terrorist, ooh, fuckin' full force

CLVN, fuck all of your plans, bitch, eat a horse (Woo)

God damn, yellin' every damn day (Woo, huoh)

Hating everything 'cause everything straight shit (Huoh)

Existence is strive to be fucking legit (Huoh)

'Ringe bleed blood, I'ma cut my own dick, hah (Yeah)

(Hah)

[Verse 2: Ghostie]

Been a minute since a nigga got to speak his mind

Drinking, learning software and breaking my spine

If you could dig deep, deep, deep enough then you will find

While you lied about the shit, I was committing crimes

I been the lowest of the low, how am I still standing?

Niggas really think that I fuck with Brandon

Fuck y'all niggas and fuck that mad shit

Come and find me if you want that damage

Man, I really thought that I gave up violence

If it's not for you, then, nigga, don't try it

Rather have the drama than be quiet

Them days are over, that shit ain't flyin'

'Ringe, I'm sorry, bro, I had to let them know

I'ma wait it out and we'll see how this go

In other news, yo, I heard we had a show

We need this shit so we know that we'll grow

Nigga, we don't sleep, it's the couping creeps (Creeps)

Really making tracks, really selling beats (Beats)

Stomping on your feet

Cooking hella shit 'cause we need to eat (Ayy)

None of you people tell me how to be

It's been three years since I started to rap

In them three years life ain't cut me no slack

Bitch, I am burgundy, don't call me black

I was so lost until I found a Mac, pack

Lackin' ass dude with his fuckin' hand out

With this machete, I'ma show 'em what I'm about

Been past the stage of hearing them out

Month after month I was sleeping on the couch

So why do you expect me to be nice now? (Why?)

Don't come over here, you are not allowed (Why?)

Go make that fake shit on SoundCloud

It's Ghostie, you phony, so go 'bout your route