[Verse 1: Icelandic Guy & deepwells] (We don’t speak Icelandic (We don’t even know if he is speaking Icelandic)) (Mongolian throat singing) [Verse 2: deepwells] Entonces escuché que el Buda vivía en el bosque de Savatti Zeta. Tres. Parque Anathapindika. Cuarto: Albek Khoos dice: Considera el cuerpo como una cosa temporal. Aquel que realmente penetra estos conceptos. Quinto: Aquel que es cuidadoso crea desilusión. Aquel que pierde el amor. [Verse 3: Reflectioned & deepwells] Si era culpable, ¡ay de mí! Si inocente, no levantaría cabeza. Harto de ignominia, borracho de aflicción Con la furia de un león me das casa Tus tropas de refresco sobre mí (Mongolian throat singing) [Verse 4: Quackodemon] قُم لِلمُعَلِّمِ وَفِّهِ التَبجيلا كادَ المُعَلِّمُ أَن يَكونَ رَسولا أَعَلِمتَ أَشرَفَ أَو أَجَلَّ مِنَ الَّذي يَبني وَيُنشِئُ أَنفُساً وَعُقولا سُبحانَكَ اللَهُمَّ خَيرَ مُعَلِّمٍ عَلَّمتَ بِالقَلَمِ القُرونَ الأولى أَخرَجتَ هَذا العَقلَ مِن ظُلُماتِهِ وَهَدَيتَهُ النورَ المُبينَ سَبيلا

[Part I] [Verse 1: hamo underscore] Uh, yeah I smoke 100 kilograms of crack I die on the ground from a heart attack I run over kids in my Cadillac Yeah, big booty bitches throw it back You got truck loads of money? I got canoes full Can I get some ice cream? Only a spoonfull I ate too much food, so now I'm too full Yeah, I'm really handsome to be truthful I open up 100 CS:GO cases Life's a race, so be a racist Make sure to add this song to your playlist I really fucking hate Oasis If killing people was illegal, then I would be in jail I met Kanye West, so I'm never going to fail If I ever buy petrol, then I'm never going to Shell I have a really painful ingrown toenail [Verse 2: Eastside Firearmm] Ayo, I got the wocky slush in the cupholder You know I’m attracted to women that be older When the opps outside you better be ready She give me the godly heady on my beddy & THEN YOU PRAY FOR ME is coming soon I like to be fed dog food with a spoon (spoon, spoon, spoon) [Part II] [Chorus: izzyaa_] My verse unthinkable, yours is despicable Think of the- think of the words, it’s not lyrical My bars are criminal, yours not forgivable It is just so bad I cannot let that sit with you [Verse 1: izzyaa_] I’m in the car, yeah, you get in the back Robbin’ a home, yeah, we gettin the bag Breaking and entering, cut us some slack Just watched my friend get shot, he go splat Home owners use self defence with a bat Now we run out the home, we are mad [Chorus: izzyaa_] My verse unthinkable, yours is despicable Think of the- think of the words, it’s not lyrical My bars are criminal, yours not forgivable It is just so bad I cannot let that sit with you [Verse 2: izzyaa_] Driving away from the crime scene My friends don’t see what I see My friend got shot in the back seat Now he bleed out, they are laughing "What is your final words?", I am asking "Avenge me and then you should start rapping" I scream at the drivers "Help, Please!" "Our friend back here is dying" They finally see that he is bleeding His last words too be just "I am peeing" [Chorus: izzyaa_] My verse unthinkable, yours is despicable Think of the- think of the words, it’s not lyrical My bars are criminal, yours not forgivable It is just so bad I cannot let that sit with you

[Intro: rubyred] When I fuck your bitch she sound like- [Chorus: izzyaa_] Pull up to the crib and I'm shouting obscenities Writing these lines as if I was a deity My age three like I’m FunnyManFelony I feature hard then I get GRAMMYs easily Streets of Tilted Towers where I originate You’ve stopped saying lines you should not hesitate Felony did 9/11, when is the court date? Oh man, I love to eat toothpaste Pull up to the crib and I'm shouting obscenities Writing these lines as if I was a deity My age three like I’m FunnyManFelony I feature hard then I get GRAMMYs easily Streets of Tilted Towers where I originate You’ve stopped saying lines you should not hesitate Felony did 9/11, when is the court date? Oh man, I love to eat toothpaste [Verse 1: rubyred] Shout out to GRUNCHSHOT, that’s the team Crash out like Lightning McQueen in 2017 Shoot a nigga with a futuristic-ass laser beam I put lead in your fucking bloodstream Me and GRUNCHSHOT don’t fuck with racists I just shot and killed a racist If you are racist I will track you down and kill you It’s that shit that turn a nigga un-racist I’m like Elon Musk if he was a good person Osama Bin Laden if he was a good person TSA, I bring my purse You not famous, you a regular-ass person I sip on this wock, now my stomach turning Slice my opps open like a surgeon When I’m off the wock, I sound like- [Chorus: izzyaa_] Pull up to the crib and I'm shouting obscenities Writing these lines as if I was a deity My age three like I’m FunnyManFelony I feature hard then I get GRAMMYs easily Streets of Tilted Towers where I originate You’ve stopped saying lines you should not hesitate Felony did 9/11, when is the court date? Oh man, I love to eat toothpaste [Verse 2: hamo underscore] Beat the shit out of this bitch cause they like Friday Night Funkin’ You need to take a shower motherfucker, you disgusting Split you open and rip out your guts like a pumpkin Push you off a cliff but you not bungee jumping [Verse 3: pigeoned] Fuck this bitch up cause they like Geometry Dash Commit a lot of crimes and I am gone in a flash I am really influential, yeah I make a splash You say I am ass, nah bitch that’s balderdash [Verse 4: hamo underscore] These bitches can’t read me like Wingdings 100 proof alcohol is what I’m drinking Bitch, it’s so much cash that I’m printing Are you dumb, bitch? What are you thinking? [Verse 5: pigeoned] Fuck your bitch like a priest fucks minors Got a stable job as an interior designer While your bitch ass malds, chilling in my recliner Lyrics funny as fuck filled with one-liners [Chorus: izzyaa_] Pull up to the crib and I'm shouting obscenities Writing these lines as if I was a deity My age three like I’m FunnyManFelony I feature hard then I get GRAMMYs easily Streets of Tilted Towers where I originate You’ve stopped saying lines you should not hesitate Felony did 9/11, when is the court date? Oh man, I love to eat toothpaste [Outro: Eric Andre] I’m going to a legalise heroin convention My mom doesn’t want me to go, I told her “Yo, 3/11 never happened”, hahahaha

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[Intro: thavoid555] Yeah 2008, ayy, birthday Listen, I gotta spit something Runnin past these hoes I need dough I need dough I need dough (Yeah) [Verse: thavoid555] Listen, I smoke crack like the Joker Move like the poker I heard they selling crack at the sleepover (Yeah) Don't do it again I'm going to win You're gonna lose You niggas not funny, y'all some clowns Yeah, I’m gon’ take all y'all to pound town Pause, no homo, I ain't even mean it like that (Yeah) Y'all always taking stuff outta context That's what I said next And that's not my name but my name is, Avery (Yeah) (Yeah) [Outro: Paul Dawson] And, I was just, I repeated the same insult because-

[Part I] [Intro: Paul Dawson & Reflectioned] -that’s sorta what I’ve been trained to do The school district says that is not what they trained English teacher Paul Dawson to do I die for my mother drillas, I die for my father drillas I die for my brother drillas, I die for my sister drillas [Verse 1: Reflectioned] Wasted fucking youth? All you old drillas antiques We sling dope, fuck bitches, and grow our fuckin can trees You don't rap you only shriek, you can't fuck with my mystique I'm unique, drillas peak is as weak as they damn physique I know I'm ahead of my time, I'm into next fucking week Y'all drillas are childish the way you playing hide ‘n’ seek Pull up to the boutique, you know that this that fire musique And I know you don't fuck with my clique, B.U.D. the freaking sheet (GRUNCHSHOT) [Chorus: Reflectioned] I die for my mother drillas, I die for my father drillas I die for my brother drillas, I die for my sister drillas I’d die for my best of drillas, I’d kill all my worstest drillas I am not no Mr. Killa, but I am a Mr. Drilla I die for my mother drillas, I die for my father drillas I die for my brother drillas, I die for my sister drillas I’d die for my best of drillas, I’d kill all my worstest drillas I am not no Mr. Killa, but I am a Mr. Drilla [Verse 2: pigeoned] I’m legitimately gonna shoot this bitch in the face Call you up, and in just 10 seconds your location is traced Playing baseball, yeah, I’m cracked, just got to third base Tryna make a website, yeah, I’m hitting up Squarespace [Verse 3: hamo underscore] I have 100 million dollars owed in tax Every line that I spit is big facts Look on my wall, you see big plaques I’m gonna kill the CEO of Hungry Jacks Looking at your files like Google Chrome I bury your ass in the catacombs I have syphilis like Al Capone I play your music and the crowd goes home! [Part II] [Verse 1: pigeoned] Call me Pusha T, the way I’m selling a real lot of crack I am really, really good at rapping, call me 2 pack Watch out, I am pulling up to your crib on horseback This dumbass drilla stole my automobile, but I bought that shit back [Verse 2: hamo underscore & Ted Kaczynski] Hit a family with my car in 2008, yeah (Fuck me) I committed a crime, so now I’m leaving the state, yeah (That was a joke) They caught me, now I’m in jail, call me Andrew Tate, yeah (Piece of shit!) You are eating so much food now you are overweight, yeah [Outro: Ted Kaczynski] I die for my mother drillas, I die for my father drillas I die for my brother drillas, I die for my sister drillas I’d die for my best of drillas, I’d kill all my worstest drillas I am not no Mr. Killa, but I am a Mr. Drilla I die for my mother drillas, I die for my father drillas I die for my brother drillas, I die for my sister drillas I’d die for my best of drillas, I’d kill all my worstest drillas I am not no Mr. Killa, but I am a Mr. Drilla

[Part I: “STOPWATCH”] [Intro] The test starts in five seconds Four, three, two, one [Verse 1: B] I ain’t tucking in a bitch, even if I’m out of it I ain’t tucking in a bitch, no I ain’t tucking in a bitch, even if I’m out of it I ain’t tucking in a bitch, no Messing with my head, m-m-messing with my head Messing with my head, m-m-messing with my head Let it go, let it go Somebody went and started it, and I ain’t wanna quit But I gotta let it go, let it go [Bridge: B] Change the room, change your ‘tude I ain’t listen to none of you dudes My shit expensive, but I still spit it Just a little dribble, here it comes, admit it Here-here it, here it comes H-H-H-Here it comes A-A-A-Admit it [Verse 2: B] Yeah Running the track, misbehaving Saving a batch for the last leap The wave of a flag, the engraving All of my grasps for gold, I’m the athlete Catching artifacts to my flavour Amassing medal and trophy I got the sauce, so, so dope We’ll let it go like the wheel Head for the coast, and head for the meal (woah) Well, destiny feels dope, but I gotta build hope Back of the wheel, back on the track Back to the fakes, and it’s back to the real wave that I have, yeah He’s got a scent of rent, spend from at ascent Yo Ben, spit that medicine again, ascend But first, let the B, BB We gotta eat, we gotta beat these, stay ahead These things I bet become nothing, like a bet when you’re feasting So I guess, I stick with what I know, and progress into the unknown Easin’ into my role, fuck the cheese, I need that glue if I’m broke Fucking beef, I leave it blue by the throat [Bridge: Joker, Jake Ceja] Stop I’m gonna film you a 7 second Joker video Alright [Part II: “JOKER”] [Verse 1: hamo underscore, pigeoned] Bitch, I blow up shit like the fucking Joker Can’t stop fucking coughing, I’m a chronic smoker Bitch I’m in your basement playing strip poker Marketing cribs, I’m a real estate broker My music’s good, yours is mediocre Having so much fun on a rollercoaster Cranking 90s on you bitches in Moldova Sold crack to a pinetree, then I got convicted Your ROBLOX account has been restricted Got high out of my mind and forgot I existed Mail your family pipe bombs on Christmas In court, all my crimes, they listed Kick you out of your house, yeah, you got evicted Call a SWAT team and your doors get kicked in I remember you was conflicted [Verse 2: soleanna] Call me Joker, way I be clowning this silly feature Teacher-teacher taught me to speak these facts, yeah I'm a preacher Drowning my sorrow in these shitty bars, like killing dirty creatures Creampie-ing all these freaky hoes, vagina breacher I see him in the function, looking all mighty Once I get my 9, things finna get feisty Finger on the trigger, then count to six Once I shoot, once I miss Gotta leave the premise, scratch copping two licks Batman ain't shit, he ain't worth three clips Taint my eye, but for my life I try I bolt through the field of rye, in 5 I'll die He throws six Batarangs, Bangarang, hear a clang, it's missed me Insanity keeps me cautious I'm joker, I leave you batmen nauseous (Oh my god) [Outro: Jake Ceja, Joker] I’m gonna film you a 7 second Joker video Alright

[Spoken Word: Puff The Magic Dragon] So I paid £85 for a Grunch visit Advertises the Grunch to come in, mess with the kid’s bed, have pillow fights, put toilet roll around your Christmas tree And pics with the kids at the end They were told to leave no pictures, versus, what I got; I got every single bit of party food, expensive cupcakes, threw all over the place, tree decorations broke! Fairy up liquid poured all over the kitchen floor, eggs smashed, and a full bottle of juice poured over my floor, and my son Kid- new kids onesie ruined, highly, highly, do not recommend! Mailed and complained, no reply Grunch defo came and stole Christmas, never been so disgusted in my life

[Part I] [Intro: hamo underscore, Moviefone] Hey, no ins and outs If you know the name of the movie you’d like to see, press 1 [Verse 1: hamo underscore] You go to concerts but no one likes you, you’re a Lollapa-loser Fucked up in the crib controlling a guided missile cruiser I know how to make all this money, but you need a tutor There is a shotgun trap in my house that kills all intruders (GRUNCHSHOT) I said I hate you, and you took that shit personal You have burns on your face that is irreversible I film all of my concert videos in vertical Fucked up in the crib dying in an underwater submersible [Verse 2: pigeoned] This is the sound of SICKO MODE by Travis Scott This is the sound of an Xbox 360 starting up This is the “ta-da” sound from Windows 3.1 This is what I’d sound like if I killed myself (GRUNCHSHOT) Here’s a Minecraft cave sound This is the sound of dying in Grand Theft Auto This is the sound of me earlier (This is the sound of SICKO MODE by Travis Scott) [Verse 3: The Fourth Response] Have you ever heard of the polymerase chain reaction? Although libraries were effective for cloning and identifying a gene of interest The polymerase chain reaction is a much more rapid approach to cloning Developed in the mid-1980s by Kary Mullis PCR has turned out to be a revolutionary technique that has had an impact on many areas of molecular biology [Part II] [Intro: Cosmo Kramer] “Please enter the first 3 letters of the movie title now.” “Why don’t you just tell me the name of the movie you selected?” [Verse 1: B] I don't have and I don't need rivals after me I'm laying traps, you're laying with em Here you see I'm paving lyrics, this my turf so save your spirit My inertia will replace your gimmicks Don't give me no dirty looks, when it is that I visit [Hook: B] 12:34, five on the torch 12:35, smoke signal in the sky 12:36, I'm certain it's the shit 12:37, I'm burning up in heaven [Verse 2: B] Good grief, get blazed, go tuck your Z's away My good deed of the day is zooting my demons at bay Good grief, get blazed It's either decent or laced Either way, I don’t strain on no strain, no It'll take a minute, if you spit it I'mma hit em with a pen and spill an imminent amount of illing Get under the skin of many men and villains And I gotta get a head [ahead] of any enemies that look at B and say I wanna kill 'em It's your fella B, hella sweet for a bimbo Wrexham below my feet, I think it's kinfolk Bust the track, unroll your window Roll that L like an extendo Cause I, grind up, what I need, from chopping with an axe Though at times, I find, my mind Can't find it's own way back So just roll me up another, fuck a gram [Hook: B] 12:34, five on the torch 12:35, smoke signal in the sky 12:36, I'm certain it's the shit 12:37, I'm burning up in heaven [Chorus: izzyaa, Fuskimoe, FunnyManFelony] Funny Band has just stole your weed, weed Call me Fuskimoe the way I do not defeat Call me a car the way I go (Beep beep) GRUNCHSHOT - GRUNCH TAPE is always on repeat Funny Band has just stole your weed, weed Call me Fuskimoe the way I do not defeat Call me a car the way I go (Beep beep) GRUNCHSHOT - GRUNCH TAPE is always on repeat [Verse 3: izzyaa] When Funny Band is called you know we deliver Blubber’s brother got caught lookin’ at "Twitter" Funny band will drop, yeah, we never a quitter Throwing trash in public, cops saying we litter Eatin’ oranges yeah, you know they are bitter GRUNCHSHOT music is always just better Summer time, yeah, but you are in sweater Temperature so high, now you in a stretcher (Ahh!) [Chorus: izzyaa, Fuskimoe, FunnyManFelony] Funny Band has just stole your weed weed Call me Fuskimoe the way I do not defeat Call me a car the way I go (Beep beep) GRUNCHSHOT - GRUNCH TAPE is always on repeat Funny Band has just stole your weed weed Call me Fuskimoe the way I do not defeat Call me a car the way I go (Beep beep) GRUNCHSHOT - GRUNCH TAPE is always on repeat [Verse 4: FunnyManFelony] Starry night, starry night, more like Fortnite “Orange peel”, more like “smorange smeel” Hit my wife like Chris Breezy Uh-eh I meant to say Chris Brown Yeah, Chris Brown I got cancelled on twitter because I ate a hot pocket wrong Minecraft more like “Mojang, please stop making bad updates” PewDiePie, more like SchmewDiePie Umm, umm Bored Ape Ya- Bored Ape Yacht Club More like Bored Ape Gyatt Club [Chorus: izzyaa, Fuskimoe, FunnyManFelony] Funny Band has just stole your weed weed Call me Fuskimoe the way I do not defeat Call me a car the way I go (Beep beep) GRUNCHSHOT - GRUNCH TAPE is always on repeat [Verse 5: Fuskimoe] Call me a bird go “tweet tweet” Come here bitch, lemme sniff your feet, feet I am so full from dinner I can not eat, eat Funny Band has just stole your weed, weed Oh shit, now I’m high I must eat, eat Robbing some broke ass villagers of their wheat, wheat I am not a vegan, eat some meat, meat See a hot ass man, now my knees are weak [Chorus: izzyaa, fuskimoe, FunnyManFelony] Funny Band has just stole your weed weed Call me Fuskimoe the way I do not defeat Call me a car the way I go (Beep beep) GRUNCHSHOT - GRUNCH TAPE is always on repeat Funny Band has just stole your weed weed Call me Fuskimoe the way I do not defeat Call me a car the way I go (Beep beep) GRUNCHSHOT - GRUNCH TAPE is always on repeat [Part III] [Intro: Cosmo Kramer] “Why don’t you just tell me where you want to see the movie?” [Verse 1: Reflectioned, Seeing Double] Call me Push like My Name Is My Name (Ayy) I got kush, like my blaze is my blaze (Yuh) I like music, my takes is my takes (Oh) I like music, my taste is my taste (Fuck) I’m so famous, my fame is my fame (Shit) I hold gats like my aim is my aim (Fuck) I’m embarrassing, my shame is my shame (Oh) I’m Travis Scott like my name is LaFlame (Hold on, I’m making the Champion flute) [Verse 2: OctacoreIsAFK] Yeah, these bitches, they get finer and finer Call me EDP the way I’m cumming in a minor Genres ain’t shit, I don’t freaking make rock The only alt-rock males, please suck on my cock Call me Andrew Tate the way I’m in jail I act like myself, now I’m going to hell Shadow Wizard Cunny Gang, that’s a bunch of pedophiles (Ohh shit!) Fuck, what the fuck? Only on Twitter can you get misunderstood by yourself Oh my god, think I need help (I’m that shit) I popped too many percs, now I can see hell I already said hell twice, fuck, I’m going to hell [Interlude: Cosmo Kramer] “Chunnel, is playing at the Paragon 84th street cinema, in the main theatre at 9:30 P.M.” [Verse 3: hamo underscore] White people be like “Do you take Bitcoin?” Y’all bitches got brain damage, Pink Floyd Land in Melbourne then I skate to Fitzroy I made this song, so I’m like Hit-Boy I be making only hits like I’m Chris Brown Bitch, I kill the king, (You think you’re the king?) then I take the crown (Mods, ban that guy) Light your house on fire so it’s lit now (It’s lit!) Throw a can of mustard gas into a big crowd [Outro: Paul Dawson] I will never, say any form, of- (GRUNCHSHOT)