This song is the winner of Bandlab’s #TOXICbyXXX challenge. Originally placed second, the title of first was given to RUZLXN instead due to the competitor who originally qualified as first was disqualified for being under the age of 18 years old.
The #TOXICbyXXX challenge is a collaboration project...
[Intro]
Ahem, yeah
Yeah, long live X
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm back to the basics
Motherfuckers can try and debate this
Everything that I be doing is latent
Really 'boutta show 'em who ain't to play with
Yeah, the fuck is yo' problem?
Talkin' all of that shit, I'ma drop 'em
.45 on me, I'm 'boutta go pop 'em
You ain't no prophet, I'm 'boutta go and murder for profit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want these bands, I want my advance
I won't ever miss my chance
Yeah, Ruzzy the man, and I'm in demand
I'm 'boutta go kill yo' mans
Yeah, I do my dance, I'm throwin' up cash
I'm 'boutta go hit my stance
Yeah, Ruzzy the man, and I'm in demand, I'm 'boutta go—
Toxic, I won't еven let 'em procеss, the shit that gon' hit 'em
I promise these motherfuckers gettin' nauseous, yeah
[Bridge]
Toxic, I won't even let 'em process, the shit that gon' hit 'em
(This is a certified hood classic)
Man, fuck all tha—
[Verse 2]
Man fuck everything
When I do this shit, bitch, I be bringin' the pain
You talkin' that shit, but you won't say it to my face?
My choppa kick back, and she ain't givin' grace
Wait, fuck that, you ain't finna bust back
Motherfuckers lookin' all goofy, just like a rugrat
I would never fuck with a groupie, I cannot touch that
Bitch, I want my commas, yo' momma, she on my nutsack
Bitch, I'm 'boutta bust, I can never get enough
I don't give a single fuck, middle fingers stickin' up
I don't care if I be toxic, motherfuckers, they not shit
Actin' like you hot shit, motherfucker won't pop shit, ayy
[Chorus]
Toxic, toxic, I'm so toxic
Toxic (Bitch), toxic, I'm so toxic (Ayy)
Toxic (Bitch), toxic, I'm so toxic
Toxic, toxic, I'm so toxic
[Outro]
(Fuck RUZLXN)
Motherfuckers can try and debate this
Everything that I be doing is latent
Really 'boutta show 'em who ain't to play with
Yeah, the fuck is yo' problem?
Talkin' all of that shit, I'ma drop 'em
.45 on me, I'm 'boutta go pop 'em
You ain't no prophet, I'm 'boutta go and murder for profit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want these bands, I want my advance
I won't ever miss my chance
Yeah, Ruzzy the man, and I'm in demand
I'm 'boutta go kill yo' mans
Yeah, I do my dance, I'm throwin' up cash
I'm 'boutta go hit my stance
Yeah, Ruzzy the man, and I'm in demand, I'm 'boutta go—