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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sit back and I'm thinking of chopping up a mix Sprinkle little bit of tobacco I pack a bong to rip Fucking nothing gonna calm me down I rip into bits They give me the shits I really think my mission is this To have these lyricists swimming in a pit full of piss I won't dismiss any pitiful diss miserable bitch Come on, get a beat I'm zoning out We made our own damn 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 fucking some fuck 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 fucking life trying to find this sound No fucking 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 skill 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 Fucking vicious, fucking 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 motherfucker now die Why the fuck do they try? My rapping will shred a competitor 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 cunt You walk in the dust and the storm awkward as fuck Draw it all in a rush your style appalling as fuck Left 'em no option now they're crawling to us Causing a fuss dumb cunts talk and you're fucked It's like a gun in your mouth to play our tracks you dirty cunt 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 Fucking vicious, fucking 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 Fucking vicious, fucking 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 Fucking vicious, fucking 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 Fucking vicious fucking 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 Fucking vicious fucking hardcore spitting to death You want it you got it there won't be nothing left