In With The New

- Yeah yo let me get a push pop and two great whites

[Verse 1: Ouija & Choirboy]
This is android joy I'm a Ouija board boy
Attitude oi punk fucking with that bok choy
Got a crush fetish, stepping on punks that is
They like a shitty salad too because they just lettuce
Swag!
I'm underwater in an ice cream truck (Honk honk)
I bet you never been that fucked up
Toof Gods flip ya hat brims up
Pull ya hoodie strings out
Cuff ya pant legs up (That's that shit!)
My mob's deep and we all shallow
Me posse got we daggers ready for you marshmallows
This shit I'm sniffing got me drifting in the Deathly Hallows
And carbon misfit diction you with broken arrows
Scene
I'm a fire starta', twisted fire starta
Twitter fiend so I'm never too far from my phone charger
Psychoschematic with that automatic static
If you want it, you can have it
On the website you can grab it (Yeah)

[Chorus: Ouija & Choirboy]
We got that shit that make you slap yo'self (Bitch)
The typa shit that make you ask yo'self (This)
Ain't you tired of the same old dudes?
Same book, same look, same views
Out, out with the old
In with the new
(In with the, in with the new)
We doing something that these others can't do
Different life, different site, different crew
Out, out with the old
In with the new
(In with the, in with the new)

[Verse 1: Choirboy]
Already know, damn, rolling through the city stuntin'
Chilling with my broad [?] down for anything
"You mean anything?" I mean anything
I'll kill these hoes, no pity [?] reppin' for my city
And today ain't no exception
Cold cracker campaign but this ain't no election
[?] with connections
These are my confessions
[?] no need to be deceptive (Nah)
Can I put a lil twist on your perspective?
Keep 'em guessing, redefine what fresh is
Talk sick, look ill, it's so infectious
Ain't really, really, really swag unless it's
Dat Toof but that's a given like respect is
Heavy is the head that wears the crown and the necklace
Lil different but it's time to accept it
[?]

[Chorus: Ouija & Choirboy]
We got that shit that make you slap yo'self (Bitch)
The typa shit that make you ask yo'self (This)
Ain't you tired of the same old dudes?
Same book, same look, same views
Out, out with the old
In with the new
(In with the, in with the new)
We doing something that these others can't do
Different life, different site, different crew
Out, out with the old
In with the new
(In with the, in with the new)

[Verse 2: Ouija]
Nothing but freaks here (Ah!)
Nothing but geeks here (Ah!)
My crew's a nightmare
So who do we fear?
Don't make it awkward homie, you ain't supposed to be here
The swag is rare, yeah
We on that leap year
Blogs don't understand us
No manager but we manage
One day they'll appreciate how we deviate the stained canvas
Kill shit and do damage
Cloud of smoke and I vanish
Original, we different, a little bit outlandish

[Verse 3: Choirboy]
Blue-eyed rapper, crooked teeth with the [?]
Don't like my music or my swag? Kiss my hairy ass
[?], moving very fast
Clownin' on you fake-ass hoes, you look hilarious
[?]
D-d-d-did I mention, dude
Only rappers listenin' to
Real, real music ain't died
We living proof

[Chorus: Ouija & Choirboy]
We got that shit that make you slap yo'self (Bitch)
The typa shit that make you ask yo'self (This)
Ain't you tired of the same old dudes?
Same book, same look, same views
Out, out with the old
In with the new
(In with the, in with the new)
We doing something that these others can't do
Different life, different site, different crew
Out, out with the old
In with the new
(In with the, in with the new)

[Outro: Choirboy & Ouija]
(In with the, in with the new)
We doing something that these others can't do
Different life, different site, different crew
Out, out with the old
In with the new
(In with the, in with the new)