Cross Guild (Live at NPC 2023)

Lyrics

[Intro: Shwabadi, Rustage & Connor Quest!] Oh here comes Buggy Hey guys! Uh huh Um, I found this really cool beat I know you'll love! What the fuck? What in the four fucking blues is this, you clown nonce? Buggy! What the fuck is this? I'm gonna fucking kill you! [Verse 1: Shwabadi, Rustage & Connor Quest!] Ay, ay! They ain't fucking with the Cross Guild Buggy balls out like a Scots kilt We got cash flow with no drop spilled Ha! The beat is dropping, need a bomb drill Croc like Nico Robin, secret topic, I'm a hot MILF If those two can't, then Hawk will, I cut 'em like sashimi The way I flow is nuts, slip a disk when they gon' CD's Disconnecting like it's EE Or BT, I got big rounds, they got BB's She gon' give crown like Vivi Put her face in the ground like Tiki I could top Wano like it's Fiji It's Fuji Man, you goofy I make big cuts like a movie I got sick hooks like I'm Fury Assembled them like I'm Nick Fury Bonnie on me, my wrist Jewellery Flip the script like a rigged jury They're never calling my bluff like it's Phoenix Wright Spotting the Cross, they're like, "Jesus Christ!" Hanging 'em up, and I leave 'em dry They're not affording my feature price Yeah, he owed us a favour Dulling their blades like disposable razors All these hot lines, my flow the equator Get to the cheese on some rodent behaviour [Chorus: Shwabadi, Rustage, Connor Quest! & Breeton Boi (Shwabadi, Rustage, & Connor Quest!)] Ain't nobody stronger on the sea (It's the Cross Guild!) Who gon' make 'em split when on the scene? (It's the Cross Guild!) Dry them out 'till they can hardly breathe (It's the Cross Guild!) Who be rolling round with Mister Three? (It's the Cross Guild!) [Verse 2: Shwabadi, Rustage & Connor Quest! (Shwabadi & Connor Quest!)] I be popping all these bodies like a water balloon They be saying I'm the greatest— Wait, according to who? Shut that shit down when I walk in the booth Got a big fanclub form an orderly queue If a man speak up, bring a sword into view 'Cause his rank too low, he can talk to the goons Like they rep the Marines, how they're boring and blue And I make a man yelp like an awful review I'm making paper when I'm drawing Put in labour like I'm Corbyn, raise the waves like global warming Paid my aids and grow my forces, let my sabre do the talking Freeze in place like rigor mortis, take this statement as a warning They fell off like my body parts, stop his heart Croc and Hawk my bodyguards No, we aren't Pop off and they're blown apart My foes depart I split and leave 'em red like water Moses parts Cuban style, smoke cigars Juvenile had a broken start Stole their heart, I never worked with Law Just connect the metal like a circuit board They know I rule like it's thirty four And I'm done with heroes like it's Curnden Craw Undefeated, got a perfect score When I draw, see red, that's a curtain call Run this town, so don't run your mouth I don't fuck with clowns on this circus floor [Chorus: Shwabadi, Rustage, Connor Quest! & Breeton Boi (Shwabadi, Rustage, & Connor Quest!)] Ain't nobody stronger on the sea (It's the Cross Guild!) Who gon' make 'em split when on the scene? (It's the Cross Guild!) Dry them out 'till they can hardly breathe (It's the Cross Guild!) Who be rolling round with Mister Three? (It's the Cross Guild!) [Outro: Shwabadi, Rustage & Connor Quest!] You didn't mean that, right? When you—when you said that thing about the—the clowns? We're—we're cool, we're friends, right? No, I—I absolutely meant it, get his legs Yeah, bitch! Yeah, take that, you fucking clown! You little clown bitch, you fucking red nosed bitch, pussy! (No, no, no, ah, ah, oh fuck, ah, my— ah, it's supposed to come off but not like that, fuck, Jesus, oh!)