Cross Guild

[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 moviе
I got sick hooks like I'm Fury
Assembled thеm 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, huh!
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, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, now my nose is actually red, fuck, Jesus, oh!)