CROSSFADED/SHIT I HATE

[Verse 1: Nos]
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[Verse 2: guardian]
Crossfaded as a bitch if you got some beef
Then come on take ya fuckin' hit
I'm blazin up, don't give no fucks I chop that pussy into bits
Spin the motherfuckin' block and let the fuckin choppa rip
Nos is underrated, there ain't no cap when I talk, bitch I'ma just evade it
Seen a motha fucka on the block he got evaportae him
Sayin shit to any cop I grab my fuckin blade and raise it
Feel like leighton johnson, 'cause im always fuckin isolated
Fuckin' choppa got a drum, leave him in the dirt
I spit that shit just like some gum, bitch I'm always fuckin' pissed
No I'm not havin' any fun, try to fuckin' play me
Bitches really think I'm fuckin' dumb
I ain't done yet, he feel the fuckin' pain from rise until the sunsеt
Do the fuckin most, he still thinkin he a damn thrеat
Pussy talkin' he gon' have to pay up like a damn debt
Hit him in the mouth n now his teeth are fuckin offset
Gun fight, I got the better aim, motherfucker better pray that
He ain't up n my fucking way, mustard and some fuckin ketchup
Way I catch a fuckin stain, open up his fuckin skull and I'ma beat his fuckin' brains

[Verse 3: Nos]
Man I love music I could make this shit go everyday
But I'm getting sick I'm getting sick of making shit I hate
Fuck the scream rap scene I've been back 2 weeks and I wanna leave it's okay
To be edgy but it don't mean edgys everything
Sick of hearing AK-47s in the whip that spray
Rap about the shit you love I'm rapping 'bout the shit I hate
Have fun with your lyrics don't be serious y'all act way too fake
I rapped about a lot of shit I made up just to entertain
Sick of all the clout chasing
Open up your mouth cuz the corpo dick your suckin on
Need some way to get out making money of a song
Ain't wrong it's chasing it around that makes
You wasted fuckin clowns just want the money
Then you're out made a thousand songs before I made a fuckin' penny
Not for profit is a deal I honoured that or paid em plenty
If you stealing beats I hope it gets deleted then you pay 'em twenty
If you try to scam my fuckin brothers then I hope they leave you empty

[Verse 4: guardian]
Pattern recognition, you bitches better pay attention
If you walking in my path, then I suggest you use discretion
I ain't walking out my house, unless I got a smith and wesson
Commie tommy on me as a crutch unless im smoking resin
I'ma smoke a zig zag and I pop tic tac
While I hold a big gat, so come and get yo shit back
I just sold a laced blunt so now im gonna sit back
And count my fuckin' money got so much I need a zip bag
I'm the fuckin' unifier at your house to start a fire
Ima round the block, I'm in the night
I'm burning fuckin tire, I'ma bite his fucking head off 87' markiplier
Don't you step too close, you'll end up inside of the muck and mire