The Mixtape

[Intro: Brad Strut]
Yup, yo, what's on?
What’s on and poppin'? (What's on?)
Yep, it’s Brad Strut up in this

[Verse: Brad Strut]
Ya'll suckers are amusin', it's all about the music
Don't fall around and cruise shit, I follow ‘round, abuse, even holler out
Move it, a potty mouth spew kids spittin' in a fork
Tongue of fusion of thoughts in some raw lungs
[?] it into it, I'm through with you useless
Faggots actin' critic, I’ll manufacture acidic
Brad’ll pack the sidick, battle rap my didick
You suckers blow up and fall off in a minute
I'll more likely admit it, you poor [?] are [?]
Up begins the cunt snuffers, we here to hump busters
You’ll never get it, we packin', not your mum's lunches
Flow in the company and plus, we the funk crushers
I never once wondered, I got my hustle on
And made my shit happen with pages of raps and
Rustle on, snakes need to pay for the action
So blaze up the cactus ‘cause this main attraction
Will piss stain and whackness and lift game to status
It's uncharted territory, mum’s hardened memories
Puttin' shit out so they remember me in seventy
Years from now, they gettin' down to my “Legendary”
Mixtape, sendin' whack shit straight to cemeteries

[Outro: Crypt the Warchild]
Ayo, what's the deal? This Crypt the Warchild throwin' it down with OS…