AGENDA 34!

[Intro: ☆ poshchild ☆]
Yeah, ayy
Hop in the booth, hop in the booth, hop in the booth, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
MUTRU

[Verse 1: ☆ poshchild ☆]
Beat me down and take me away
I don't need you in my face
Every day you feed my pain
I am sick of you, escape
From the grip, that you fucking put me in
I can't breathe, every single day you trap me, trap me, trap me
Trap me, and the world will never see me
(I'm trapped, I'm trapped, I'm trapped)

[Verse 2: nic sic]
Nic Sic coming out the fuckin' darkness with a big stick
Pulling up on Aquafina, .30's going "click-click"
Boom! Gon' sweep your ass like a mutha'fuckin' broom
Callin', "Where you at?" I'll told his bitch ass I'ma be there soon
Then I'm whipping down the spot to put your crew in fuckin' tombs
Look out, look out, Scotty coming straight from hell like doom
Pull out RPGs and send your bitch ass to the moon
I got a bone to pick like, motherfucker, I'm Luna the Boon on these motherfuckers
Then I'm coming out the tomb, look like Tutankhamun
Got these motherfuckers round me they all lookin' common
I be sittin' alone poppin' Oxys often, sittin' fuckin' sobbin'

[Verse 3: BLOODCLOT$]
Fuck you and your mama, BLOODCLOT$ get this shit unbearable
That whiskey from that he love, she a bitch that's terrible
Always say he runnin', no he not in marathon
I am very hungry, rappin' on my dinner plate
Fuck her at my fuckin' place, murder pussy with the face
I'm off the chain like bikes that race, fuck with me, I take the pain
You gon' try and pace around, sayin' shit 'bout makin' frown
I'm gon' leave it as it is, leave you on the fuckin' ground

[Interlude: hollowshawdy]
Ayy, brr
Brr, brr, brr, brr
Brr, brr, brr
Ayy, what?
Brr, ayy
Shoutout Christian
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 4: hollowshawdy]
Tell me what you know 'bout a motherfuckin' wristlock
Fake ass fuckboy, now you wanna kiss cock
Smokin the fire, that shit be like moon rock
Think you the shit, yo' ass finna get caught
Hanging out like .30’s in the AK
Deleting these fuckers, they ain't safe
Yo ass is faking, you gangbang
Takin' the pin out the grenade
You fuckers fake like you Kim K
Spin all you faggots like Beyblades
I'm stabbin' yo' shit, it's a mayday
I'm stabbin' yo' shit, it's a mayday (Come here)
You fuckers fake like you Kim K
Spin all you faggots like Beyblades
I'm stabbin' yo' shit, it's a mayday
I'm stabbin' yo' shit, it's a mayday, bitch

[Verse 5: YUNG $U$HI]
Ja, ich stech' dir ins Genick
Und ich spuck' dir ins Gesicht
Ja, ich ficke deine Bitch
Ja, du weißt doch, wer ich bin
Ja, ich fick nicht mit Opfern wie dir, ja
Wo ist deine Freundin? Bei mir, ja
Du kommst aus 'nem Penner-Bezirk, ja
Spiel' mit der Pussy Klavier, ja
Du Schwuchtel machst auf G
Deine Klicks sind alle mies
„YUNG $U$HI ist so fies“
Juckt mich nicht, wie du siehst
Schwuchtel, verpiss dich du nervst
Dicka, dein Leben, es ist nix wert
Deine Bitch hat mein Schwanz gezerrt
Liebe sie nicht, das ist mein ernst

[Interlude: X-Of & ☆ poshchild ☆]
Ru-ru-run that shit back, fucker!
Yeah, X-Of shit
X-Of shit, you know he just pulled up and he really lit
Pull up with that stick, oh wait, no, he don't carry it
(MUTRU)

[Verse 6: X-Of]
Bend his mind, 'cause he so damn lit
He just goin' crazy out his mind, 'cause he so damn fit
So damn faded, afraid to fuckin' do it
Why you tryna fight me? Don't you fuckin' know this?
Ayy, make a fuckin' movie, don't you blow this
All these bitches makin' money, I'm just straight hittin', locked and loaded
What you fuckin' do? Make a bag out the [?], don't you do this
Talk about it, make a bag, I'ma hit up a bitch

[Verse 7: ADDI]
Addi's a freak, ain't gotta hide shit, I'm on fuck shit
When I watch 'em bleed, knife in hand, slice 'n pipe the bitch
Just like Jerry 19, I can't fuckin' read
So hit me with the 13 attachments, fuck with me, and my demographic
My psychopathic tendencies, and I like to pull up with a holographic
Ha, caught you lackin', shit I'm snappin' spinal cords in backs of stupid whores
Hidin' bodies under the floor boards
Breakin' down, like you were rotten, ayy
Like you were rotten, ayy
Like you were rotten, ayy
Like you were, ayy
Addi's a degenerate who don't need shit
On my fuck shit, this is my battery, I don't need no hits
I'm a hypocrite, call me Heaven sent (Yeah)
Motherfuckers better be reppin' and switchin', better end up dead
One hand, pumpin' lead, fuck it
Barrel to my head, fuck what you said
Punk mates, punk feds, fuck her friends
It's a dead end, dead end, uh!

[Verse 8: HARMSTAR]
Bitch, I rip your legs off, you filthy fuckin' faggot
Watch out where your limbs cross, because I might just smash them
Walk around the fuckin' woods, feelin' with my arms cut off
Vomit, I'm inedible, crawl just to feel some life
Hackin' at these fuckin' necks, crucify a filthy bitch
I'ma fucking kill myself before I hit 36
Gashin' at your fuckin neck, feelin' through your fucking guts
I'ma fuck the shit out you, make your wish, you filthy bitch

[Outro: ☆ poshchild ☆]
Nam-Nam-Namco!