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f.u.n. - claas lyrics

[intro: claas]
yeah! you know what time it is!
lsp! mne! claas! lex! yeah!

[verse 1: claas]
yeah! i’m ’bout to make these motherf*ckers go and run away
pull it, that gun’ll spray on any mumble rapper with skinny jeans, then they looking g*y
time to bring it back to the underground so i’m digging graves
tupac hail mary blaze in my brain, sh*t, it’s been engraved
time to go and loosen by shootin’ n*ggas and putting
finishing f*cking touches on anyone acting stupid
to anybody that’s ruined and spewing sh*t
i’m chewing bits, cannibal while i’m doing this
human meat like i knew i’d get
hoping to go and pull and rip all they bodies to pieces (yeah!)
n*ggas can’t even spit, i got venom to lеave ’em fetid (yеah!)
position that leave incisions in people, that is my vision
mission and my decision behead ’em so they ain’t livin’
that crimson running all over, they guts are showing exposed
but clizzle’s got middles throwin ’em up and k!lling these hoes
knew when i got with lex that that k!ller sh*t was a must
i’m still not giving a f*ck while i f*ck this industry up (rah!)
[chorus: claas & lex the hex master]
they thinkin’ that it’s a game
but we ain’t saying no names, we’re just screaming out “f*ck you n*ggas!”
it’s obvi the game has changed
but underground’s bringing flames so we’re screaming out “f*ck you n*ggas!”
and we ain’t got the time to teach these n*ggas to rhyme
so it’s middles up, f*ck you n*ggas
fake rappers all on the stage and all of ’em looking g*y
now the crowd screaming “f*ck you n*ggas!” (yo, claas, i got something to say to these n*ggas! let’s do this sh*t!)

[verse 2: lex the hex master]
screaming f*ck ’em hard like a p*rno star
these marks ain’t even worth my bars
makin’ faces burst apart, kicking lyrics to hurt your heart
never have you ever heard better, the way i shred ’em
and pump lead in your head till your cranium start to spread
eatin’ flesh of the dead, sip vinegar with no bread
sinister off my meds, even ministers couldn’t bless
best to dash with me and claas it’s on your ass
make it fast ’cause we breaking bad
corny motherf*ckers make me laugh (uhh!)
i know you feel this gorilla kicking that k!ller
no fillers, just godzilla, black on black cat peeler
no feelings, just dirty n*ggas stab haters with old syringes
while binging this fire sh*t that i’m bringing, lex off the f*cking hinges
[chorus: claas & sicnoizednice]
they thinkin’ that it’s a game
but we ain’t saying no names, we’re just screaming out “f*ck you n*ggas!”
it’s obvi the game has changed
but underground’s bringing flames so we’re screaming out “f*ck you n*ggas!”
and we ain’t got the time to teach these n*ggas to rhyme
so it’s middles up, f*ck you n*ggas (yeah)
fake rappers all on the stage (hey guys) and all of ’em looking g*y
now the crowd screaming “f*ck you n*ggas!”

[verse 3: sicnoizednice]
yeah! f*ck y’all
we don’t need a ref, yo, that’s a fair call (yeah)
leavin’ all you rappers in the corner like a bread store
sicnoize, straight from the asylum, i was born sick (yeah)
maverick with a dallas star, smacking rappers with hockey sticks (ha)
do what thou wilt, we murder stages with no fear
underground light for my city, i be that chandelier (woo)
circle saw leave ’em leakin’, gorefest colosseum
crash dummy soldier boys training to get they ears wet
tch annihilate, snuff these rappers in the face
mobbin’ on ’em deep for that money, we put ’em in they place (uh)
makin’ all these rappers disappear, when yo they abstract
cheeks so f*cking tight that they tuck they d*ck up they own ass

- claas lyrics

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