Uncivilized Misfits

[Intro] (A-Game)
What happens when 1/3 of Mental Ward
1/3 of Skrewz Loose
And the Murder Scene Queen hop on a track?
You got some Uncivilized Misfits, BITCH!

[Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game)
Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up
I don't be givin' a fuck, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up
(BACK THE FUCK UP!) We on that sick shit, Uncivilized Misfits
You be on that bitch shit, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x2)

[Verse 1] (Bk Alonzi)
You ain't gon' like me - and that's fine and dandy
Abruptly enter your house with a mask on, bag in my hand with thoughts of offin' yo' family
You can't understand what I'm speaking language barriers
Ears can't comprehend each words that are leaving my mouth, grab a pad & pen and take notes, little playa!
You just a servant boy, runnin' errands like a bitch
Bullshit ass, weak ass tracks, you ain't runnin' shit for shit
Suck a dick, I don't even like you with yo' face like that
Maybe a baseball cap, but no fitted - ain't you even know what that Rape Musick is?!
Ain't it so obvious?! That it won't happen
If I do what I do with the rappin, and keep them bodies stackin'
No one can touch us, Lyssa gon' tell you
You just can't fuck with A-Game, or Bk, or the Murder Queen we'll dis spell of you
I just can't tell if you, don't grasp the concept of it
I heard that song, what was it? Aw, fuck I ain't heard nothin'
That's right I'm an asshole, and proud of it no doubt of it
Cause when I open my mouth, there's no tellin' what comes out of it

[Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game)
Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up
I don't be givin' a fuck, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up
(BACK THE FUCK UP!) We on that sick shit, Uncivilized Misfits
You be on that bitch shit, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x2)

[Verse 2] (A-Game)
Everybody runnin' round like they know me... but you don't know a damn thing fo sho, see
We outrap all these wack cats, killin' competition when we spit it and you knowin' that it is slowly
Hah! You ain't shit but a phony, yeah I said it suck a dick bitch blow me
Go and get nosy, we goin' harder than a coke head with a nosebleed you ain't gonna top how we flow
If you don't know, now ya know we be killin' shit we deliver the shit to make you think Martial Law is imminent
You rappers SOUND like a "Wicked Shit"
(A BIG DOOK!) In case it's somethin' that you didn't get!
(Ha!) My flow's pneumonia sick, you're common cold type shit
Ya already know that we holdin' it down for my nigga Low C and my homie Stitchez
With Big K and Lyssa Cer - your end is near
Every fake rapper tryna' make it? They can disappear
And make like a vibrator... fuck off's what I'm tryin' to say
You talk shit but in face-to-face contact, you backpeddlin' and hidin' away
And that's funny to me, and I guess funny to you? Kill yourself with a gun or a noose
I'm 1/3 of that new group Skrewz Loose, if you want it then you better make a move
It's A-Game and the KYP from the 813 to the 313
And we blaze on trees and we murk these beats, then we let it cycle repeatedly!

[Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game)
Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up
I don't be givin' a fuck, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up
(BACK THE FUCK UP!) We on that sick shit, Uncivilized Misfits
You be on that bitch shit, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x2)

[Verse 3] (Lyssa Cer)
Toasted, posted waiting for my opportunity, bringing death by postal
Most of you know, we stealing the show just like [?] segregating people
This ain't ego this straight [?], instinctual drives order me to rise!
Call me the [?] disobedience to the unjust state of the -
Underground, no surprise! The flames are low, but the stakes are high
We addin' the gas we throwing the match we burnin' you down nothing but ash
Just dust and debris, we pneumonia, you a sneeze bitch please we the kings and queen
Of the mountain you're crawlin' on your knees our wounds on our backs, yours on display for
All to see, no mystery, wanna watch you bleed for your misdeeds
[?] remove your brain from its' stem on your mind we feed, see right through, you're as fake as can be
No chance of a [?] for every lie [?] I'm melting you down like butter on toast
You'll play host to my depravity, leave you moaning, off ya then I'm a ghost

[Hook] (Bk Alonzi & A-Game)
Yeah! Let's roll that blunt up! Let's lace this track up
I don't be givin' a fuck, you ain't gon' like what I got to say and that's a fact so back up
(BACK THE FUCK UP!) We on that sick shit, Uncivilized Misfits
You be on that bitch shit, you ain't nothin' but a nit wit, limp dick (x4)