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[verse 1:]
sit back and i’m thinking of chopping up a mix
sprinkle little bit of tobacco i pack a bong to rip
f-cking nothing gonna calm me down i rip into bits
they give me the sh-ts i really think my mission is this
to have these lyricists swimming in a pit full of p-ss
i won’t dismiss any pitiful diss miserable b-tch
come on, get a beat i’m zoning out
we made our own d-mn sound what you know about?
making the tracks they full of hate ’til you collapse
your face smashed to the back of your head with straight facts
rates packs ammunition vicious spitting from way back
i made that clear that i’m hating their hate tracks
these are problems that we should be addressing
now let me talk down on rappers and there won’t be a mention
and nothing that will ever save you now end of discussion
and i don’t need a bucket spewing as i’m f-cking some f-ck it now
they really ready for me? they really ready for it?
i’m doing something different ain’t no way you can ignore it
so i say this all now in the hopes that they drown
i spent my whole f-cking life trying to find this sound
no f-cking clown will be taking what’s ours
sorry dad it took so long for my album to get it out
i bet your proud now abk we rose from the ground
demonstrated sk!ll now these days is hard to be found
yea

[hook 1:]
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
what i really wanna say man i watch it drift away
and they’re getting me wrong we ain’t the same
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
f-cking vicious, f-cking hardcore spitting to death
you want it you got it there won’t be nothing left

[verse 2]
i take control of the mic, the pen and pad and i write
the sort of music from my soul and my mind
i’m holding your eyes in my hands and revolving ’em like
take a look at my world motherf-cker now die
why the f-ck do they try? my rapping will shred a compet-tor
and when they think they’re getting better this should be a death letter
trend setter’s effort and i’m tearing ’em all up
of course that i’m more raw go talk on your porch c-nt
you walk in the dust and the storm awkward as f-ck
draw it all in a rush your style appalling as f-ck
left ’em no option now they’re crawling to us
causing a fuss dumb c-nts talk and you’re f-cked
it’s like a gun in your mouth to play our tracks you dirty c-nt
of course you’re gonna deny ever mentioning us
i puff a sesh have a blunt write from the head ’til i’m numb
we just made our own drawn now who said that we’re done?
no

[hook 2:]
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
f-cking vicious, f-cking hardcore, spitting to death
you want it you got it there won’t be nothing left
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
what i really wanna say man i watch it drift away
and they’re getting me wrong we ain’t the same
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
f-cking vicious, f-cking hardcore, spitting to death
you want it you got it there won’t be nothing left
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
f-cking vicious, f-cking hardcore, spitting to death
you want it you got it there won’t be nothing left
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
what i really wanna say man i watch it drift away
and they’re getting me wrong we ain’t the same
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
f-cking vicious f-cking hardcore spitting to death
you want it you got it there won’t be nothing left
what i really wanna say man i watch it drift away
and they’re getting me wrong we ain’t the same
how i meant to tone it down? man i can’t do that, what?
and i’m thinking that they’re getting me wrong
f-cking vicious f-cking hardcore spitting to death
you want it you got it there won’t be nothing left

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