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WE CAN'T AGREE WHAT TO NAME THIS SONG
Lil Darkie, Cxrpse, EDDISON, Afourteen, BRUHMANEGOD, MKULTRA, CHRIST DILLINGER, BLCKK, FL.VCO, JOHNNASCUS, solsa, CUBENSiS, Wendigo
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Yo
Spider gang (spider gang)
Uh (uh)
Alright, let's get it
Afourteen (Afourteen)
Eddie (Eddie)
Get over here, let's get this shit
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (go)
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (go, go, go)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (go, go, go)
Still got shawty wrong, the rap game boss 'bout slackin' (yuh)
I hit the bong and I fly like Aladdin
Shit, my energy on dragon
I am the overlord, I am the captain
I-I-I pull up, I got all the spiders
Old ass nigga, you need to retire
They say, "CXRPSE, (Yeah, nigga?) you fired"
Shut the fuck up, lil' nigga, I'm tired
Uh, uh-uh
I haven't slept in a week
Bounce in the ground, I slept in the sheets, uh
Y'all be ingestin' my meat
Niggas talkin', talkin' than accepting defeat, uh
That nigga can't be me, your opinion obsolete
All these niggas talkin' shit, but yet, they bitches fuck with me
S-Spider Gang pulling up, make the rest of you niggas look stupid
All you niggas like fuck (fuck)
I'ma rip him off, fuck it, I'ma abuse it
(Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'm the only skeleton out in the tomb
I'm the only nigga make the earth shake when I move
All these baby bitches, take yo' ass inside the womb
(Uh, fuck)
(I'm tired as shit)
(Yo, yo y'all do your verses)
(Edd, what the fuck?)
(Uh, uh)
Yuh, in yo' bitch's bed, it go
"Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err"
I-I walk up in this bitch, so wet, I feel just like I'm a skier
I'm playing basketball with yo' bitch, nigga, I am such a player
All my niggas shooters like the Lakers and they get the paper
Yeah, ooh, yeah
We eat Xanax for the lโ (uh-uh-uh-uh)
Bend it my park, I hop up, bitch, I'm on the block (the blo-blo-blo-bloโ)
Bitch I'm like a [?] see the B. B. Simons, from a star
Told that bitch, "I do not leave the crib, bitch, I don't wanna go"
My iggas shooters like they on a basketball team, they on go
Bitch, I know I am the G.O.A.T. but they make me so [?]
Back it up, your girl make shit, I stack it up (uh, yuh)
I fuck that bitch then pass it, yuh (uh, yuh)
Shoot the fuckin' package up (uh, yuh)
Bitch, I'm in my bag and shit (uh, yuh)
And I pull out this ratchet (uh, yuh)
That bitch, she cook it ratchet (uh, yuh)
Yuh, she could give her rashes (uh, yuh)
Ayy, I just fucked on a bi (bi)
(Bi-bi-bi-bi)
Ooh, Toosie's on my feet
I fuck on that bitch, that bitch from the street
I stick it in this, I'm still flippin' Ps
I'm still on the block, bitch suck on my D
Bitch, suck on my cock, bitch suck on my feet
We got molly rocks, we got the molly bands
I fuck with that bitch 'cause she came out the work
Go upside down, woah, bitch, oh my God
Suck my dick like she in charge
I fuck that bitch like I'm in charge
Stick boy, stick boy, I got bars
You a bitch boy, you a retard
I'm in this bitch with my gang
We go hard
(Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Ayy, who is in this bitch
Spider Gang and we ain't slowin' down
Cut through swinger's fist, got my brothers
They gon' hold me down
That bitch immaculate, got her shit
Bitch we gon' blow it down
Fuck do you run quick
Diamonds all on my boys and it does stick
Hit a body and that's an assumption
Got the cash in the back in abundance
Are you tryna die
You want this
A-Anybody can come and get fisted
You better run
From the gang, gang
All of the spiders
From the gang, gang
All the spiders
From the gang, gang
You better run
From the gang, gang
All the spiders
You know the media, they-they don't fuckin' like us
I got some meteors and I got something that could break us
(Hahahahahaha)
(Edd, Edd, Edd)
(Ha)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yuh, yuh
Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
Okay
Okay run it back, tell em' that I'm back
Tell that have a heart attack
Don't run with that
See him jumpin', I don't give a fuck
I got my face attacked
And if I see her door-dashing that dick
You about to get your [?] attacked (chill)
And boy you better watch out 'fore my gun go
And now I miss, pussy boy, I got the cheat code on me
And now I'm pissed
I-I'm the boy eating shit like I'm Bobby
Why don't you sit, lil' whore, you ain't getting dick from me
Oh, you think this shit's funny
It's not
Ha, ha
I feel like I am Dillinger with my new Prada
All these pussies getting close
I'll pull out the Denada
Always bitchin' on the Internet about your problems
But you never gon' solve 'em in that way
Yuh, yuh, (hey) yuh (yeah)
In that way
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yuh, you ain't ever solve 'em in that way
Yuh
Uh, you are now listening to a Spider Gang exclusive
Released in part with Spider Gang entertainment
And Spider Gang enterprises, enjoy
Y'all had to wake me up for this?
Yo, Dillinger, can you write my new verse?
You already know, I'm not gonna write that shit
Oh, fuck
MK, what about you?
(Nooo, fuck this crazy)
No? Fuck
Spider Gang
God damn it
We're right here, dancin' for you
Dancing for your amusement (sucker)
I don't got time, if I did I'm makin' music
Yeah they wanna make the music
They don't wanna face the music
I don't get by, you need a fuckin' flavor
What you doing
(It's time now)
This for all the kids that can't afford food
Know you hate the feeling when the people don't support you
I can show you how but you don't feel like using your tool
Poor fools, spittin' in your horseshoes
Suckin' the fate of the aggressor
G-G-Guess they don't know better for better
But I could never ever, ever
Every boy is jealous of hell, got no avenge to set up
You didn't know me, since only I'd only got to drop' you
If your friends will let 'em
I-I-I got the struggle with drugs
Ain't even 20 plus one
I need some money for guns
Come give your buddy a hug
L-L-L-Life is a blast
You didn't know what you doin'
Before your life get ruined
Before your life get ruined
If you don't got a skill
(Shut the fuck up)
If you don't got to trade
(Shut the hell up)
If you don't got a skill
(Shut the fuck up)
If you don't got to trade
(Shut the hell up)
(Ooh I guess it's my turn)
(Let's do this)
(Spider gang)
Be the freak you were born to be
(Just don't follow me)
It's that sweet, loyal files, you flees
(That bitch is tryna swallow me)
Feel heat from this light-eyed scream
(Not phraseology)
Sing past the blade of me
Yeah (poppin' out the pussy like a chrysalis)
It's so intimate, I got you listening
I got you listen, you can do the shit you witnessin' (what)
From what I bought my name is semination
More important than the fake shit that you chasin'
All the clout was fake
The real ones stay the same
So live in the present, don't let this moment go to waste
Fuck the hate from those who stuck inside the game
Who don't even realize this is a simulation
(Ay)
Stomp a nigga like a maggot he can't stop me up
His bitch wanna top me up because he is a faggot, huh?
I-I-If you drinkin' baby blood then nigga, put your glasses up
Niggas get accused of shit and then niggas just past the buck
And if you try to call him out, mental illness club
Is you blind or dumb, I do this rap for fun
See I don't gotta rhyme cause if a nigga ever try me
I might leave him paralyzed
Pick a nigga up and drop him on his neck for disrespect
And throw the body in the basement when cops do a wellness check
Ain't no safety on this Glock like the
Chargers with ten players
Smokin' so much kush, it's fuckin' up the ozone layer
The mic in my hand a dangerous weapon, this an ugly truth
Like fentanyl pressed percies and white xans
Rest in piece, Juice
It's no wonder motherfuckers be sayin' that Christ got screws loose
Before I hang with you niggas, I'll free myself from my own noose
I-I-I put too much pressure on these puny MCs
So much pressure in my blunt these little niggas can't breathe
Money spread threw my crew, like a fuckin' disease
I'm 'bout to put down my Glock and teach a nigga to read
Ay, CXPRSE
What
I had a run-in with this group of ruffians around the way
What the hell is going on around here, CXRPSE?
I don't even know! There's some group called Spider Gang or somethin'
Man, what in the hell, is a Spider Gang?
A goddamn group of delinquents the rabble-rouser bandits
That sounds like a load of horseshit to me CXRPSE
C-come on BRUHMANE!
(This product was brought to you by the society for the humane treatment of
Spider genitalia. Remember kids, always drink Coca Cola, and always eat McDonald's)
(Somebody-)
(I could've sworn-)
(Somebody need to be held accountable-)
(I could've sworn-)
(Somebody say someth-)
(One of y'all need to be held accountable)
(Nobody but me but somebody need to be held accountable)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spider gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drag a motherfucker lit a motherfucker up (yeah)
Shoot a fuckin' bottle take a piss into the night one (yeah)
I don't wage, yeah I called the uber and he's shot dead
(The uber driver is gonna be fine)
(He's ok i-i promise)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This boy don't care about his life
He wanna fuck wit' us (yeah)
He tryna sleep inside the dirt
This pussy fuck wit' us (yeah)
I'm takin' shot, I fucking hate you
It ain't my fault you hate yourself because you fucking hate-
(Yeah)
And I put a blick around his neck, he better learn to speak
You fucking wish I paid attention, hoe you fucking can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spider Gang
(Spider gang, eternal)
Fuck nigga (ahh)
I'ma battle in the alley, like what's up nigga? (ahh)
Is he ready to battle, let's all be gone nigga (ahh)
I be telling you niggas you got the wrong nigga (ahh)
I ain't fallin' for the laws of prison
He's the one that's talking and making decisions (huh)
Never lookin' back I'm waking up from the back
Might shoot (shoot)
Fuck was I supposed to go through?
Gospel (-spel)
What is it the matter with you?
Might shoot (shoot)
Fuck was I supposed to go through?
Gospel (-spel)
What is it the matter with you?
Lie like a fox
Dressed like a fucking whore
(Yuh) yuh, yuh, come on
I don't know, I don't know make rap music anymore
Anymore, anymore
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
You gotta make, rap musi-
(New album when?)
Drown, fuckwit
Drown nigga, don't wait
Drown motherfucker, this is spider gang
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (yuh)
(Motherf-)
Yuh
Put his ass to then kill him 'til he throw up
Put his ass in the grave 'til he throw up
Is there anything that I could have this all by my own?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes
(Ok so, I was gonna hit that beat that you just heard
But Johnnascus destroyed it, fuck I'ma do after that?)
(Huh)
(Uh)
Yeah
Try to fight
I been moving with my spiders by the light of night
We can rap around you niggas like we ride a bike or roll 'em
While you rollin' wit' some niggas that all caught a mic
Get your back, when you in trouble everybody on the planet
Stacked inside a bubble
They don't care about you do exactly what they wanted
We gon' make another big bad track
In on the double double bitch-
Can I get a spider gang?
(Spider gang)
That's right!
And we don't give a fuck about what you think cool
Don't let anyone tell you what to do
(Uh)
This car smell like arino casino
Tell them niggas get lost like nemo (huh)
I been off a quaalude
Never off a reno (huh)
I want to be happy that don't mean gettin' on cinos
(C-cinos c-cinos c-cinos-)
(Yuh) gotta slip some fun in (yuh)
I be with my niggas we up in the ground runnin' on a bitch
(Bi-bi-b-bi-)
No time to wallow (yuh)
Get the fuck up
Hit licks and never follow (follow)
And if she suckin' on my dick 'til I nut then she better swallow-wallow
(Yuh)
(Uh, uh, uh)
(Yuh)
(Uh, uh, uh)
(Spider gang)
(Yuh, yuh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
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