​threemusketeers!

[Intro: miind]
Um, ok
Uh, yeah, whore, um, okay (Oh my God, Ronny!)
Um, wait

[Verse 1: miind]
Um, what is your deal?
Finding Nemo water, I don't need gills to get this dripped
You Phil and Lil, you rugrat bitch
Skateboard this dick, lil' nigga, get a rip
I just spilt sauce all over my bezels
You egghead niggas get cracked, I'm deviled
You clown ass niggas be so down bad
Pussy nigga, back-back, pull up with some twisted metal
I aim at your temple, bitch said she fuck with me
'Cause of my dimples, that's a weird way to approach it
Gross as a dope bitch, bright as a glow stick
Bitch wanna give me some top, I said, "No, bitch"
I don't need a pen and paper, platypus named Perry
My gadgets do all of the work
I'm colder than a Ben & Jerry's
Boy can't take the dairy, I'm Deku, I'm flexing my quirk
These niggas say they dogs, eat up your kibble
Peanut butter whip with caramel drizzle
Bowl on a nigga, split em down in the middle
School bus Xans, so I'm feeling Ms. Frizzle
That's a weird-ass reference
Your bitch, yeah, she pro'bly a mistress
Stingy with my money like I'm Mr. Krabs
Bitch, I'm keeping my bands in a mattress
I'm down in the water like a fucking Florida nigga
Keep a clip on the MAC, I record a nigga
You can't smell what I'm cooking, you Voldemort niggas
You horrorcore, yeah, like them other niggas
I said, bitch wanna tell me to stick it in, say it again
Look at the bands, you in awe, now you panicking
Up in the whip, counting a fan, do in advance
American Dad and I'm feeling like the alien
Niggas say I'm wild as fuck 'cause I rap quick
Saw your favorite rapper on some weird shit
Swear to God, I'm nasty like some deer spit
Polar hands, knocking niggas', bare fist
Green in my pockets like Baby Yoda
At your door for the paper like I praise Jehovah
And I read these niggas like a Barnes & Noble
And I'm making noise, like a broken Motorola, oh my God!

[Verse 2: Lil Altoid]
(Okay, okay) Can't nobody kill the beat like me, bitch, I'm the rap game O.J
Used to go to work in Old Bay, now I'm with label exec's playing croquet
Your bitch is riding on my dick with no license
And we fucking to my music, no silence
We got chemistry, I'm not talking science
You niggas is my sons, I'm giving you guidance
You rappers is fake and your bitch is covered in plastic
My money longer, elastic, shit can get drastic, or then this shit can get tragic
You don't want beef with me, I don't play fair, lil' homie, this isn't Scholastic
Your girl play my music and blast it, she heard my last track and she said it was a classic
Man, fuck what these niggas is talking 'bout
We ain't cripping, but my niggas walk 'em out
I got two shows in one night, I'ma rock 'em out
Me and Scxtt, two different bitches, we swap 'em out
Man, fuck what these niggas is talking 'bout
We ain't cripping, but my niggas walk 'em out
I got two shows in one night, I'ma rock 'em out
Me and Scxtt, two different bitches, we swap 'em out

[Verse 3: Scxtt Pilgrim]
Red bottom my sneakers
Had to blow up, make good morning my teacher
[?] and you watching the bleachers
She a cheater, so I had to delete her
Altoid throw the pack and catch it, receiver
Your bitch wanna fuck on me 'cause of my status
Drip from the walk, it be fire like a lighter
You talking that shit and you catching this heater, uh
One Punch Man my pistol
It's like on my mother, you a lil' bit sucker
Might pull out my dick and I fist or fuck her
[?]
I'm loving the chopper
Like Luffy, I be walking with a talking chopper
I samurai my sword like Zoro, chop her
You said you a little bit, she just went "da-da-da-da" on my little dick, huh