You Died!

[Verse 1: James Gorczyca]
Mustard man on the beat
Now all of y'all keepin' quiet
Shuttin' out all the creeps
I don't care if you were dyin'
Harsher things came from teeth
To the point where it reeks
Did somebody die?
That attitude stinks
I got dirt on my shirt
Old enemies wanna clean me up
Politely refuse for sure
Never gonna go back being stuck
I-I don't search, bitch, I surf
I don't got time to feel hurt
I been felt that for too long
Won't voluntarily get erked
Bald as fuck, Joe Rogan
Shed my skin, slav locust
I got no health, drink my potion
Beats I like, gotta be roasted
Eat ya all up like Pac Man
5 queue squad, ain't witcha man
Dropping in hot, thassa plan
Bonus points I took 'em and ran

[Chorus 1: James Gorczyca]
4 stocked, out tha ring
Spinning wit' da kicks, Chun Li
I win, Charlie Sheen
You died, fuck ya team

4 stocked, out tha ring
Spinning wit' da kicks, Chun Li
I win, Charlie Sheen
You died, fuck ya team

[Bridge: Depth Strida]
James Gorczyca
James Gorczyca

[Verse 2: Depth Strida]
Pull up with a big fist
Punch a snake, cause hisses
My flow shock some bitches
Big eyes like I'm on shit
Bitch, I walk, bitch, I walk
Bitch, I fucking stridawalk
And you talk, and you talk
Son, you never had a job
She so thick, oh my god
Got some precum on my cock
Wake up and I see that I nutted in my sock

[Pre-Chorus: Depth Strida]
Mea-mea-mea-mea-mea-mea, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Chorus 2: Depth Strida]
Time to fuckin' switch it up
Time to fucking settle up
Your head like a minecraft block
One clap and you spill some blood

Time to fuckin' switch it up
Time to fucking settle up
Your head like a minecraft block
One clap and you spill some blood

[Verse 3: Navvvi ツ]
God fucking damn it, duh, aye
Hitten 'em wit' a crossbow
Making all sure his pain grow
Meters all full of green, no
Bitching, I told you stay down
Punches to groin and his followers don't
Suttle but meaning, I swear it ain't so

Bowing to me I am the arch, mega omega demon of souless
Break from a payphone, teleport to stay home
Swear I tell you time from time your meaning isn't brainstormed
Please drop and die before I fucking eat your family

Uh, I am headphones out of energy
I am the soundless and apologies
I'm nothing but an battery
I push and then I pull
And I push and then I pull
And I push and then I pull

[Verse 4: Lord Distortion]
You a pussy, you a leech
Stay inside your lane
I fucking hate it when you speak
Looking for some strange
While you looking at the peak
Put the 30 to his brain
Chalk him up, he on the street

Shut up, oh fuck, you a fucking bitch cuck
Run up on your fleet and we turn it to a stick up
I want dollars so I got a pistol posted where my crotch is
Hollows in the magazine, I flex it like it's doing cross fit

Rubbing off, on your clique
You been biting for a bit
Hit it raw, then I dip
Singing songs about the clit
Nah, you broke, you a joke
You ain't ever touch a stick
Sniffing coke, off the floor
You is dirty as a bitch

[Verse 5: Papa Sleep]
Move that product like it's Wii Fit
You be running out of quarters, tryna get them blips
Catch you 'round the corner, catch another clip
Ask for a rematch, find where you live then I call up a dispatch
Body parts mismatched
Karate chop now you detached
Button mash, hold me back
Head looking like dig dug, ay

Triple combo, beg and borrow
Roundhouse kick, broken wrist
Judo moves, you ain't keeping up
Leave me with that golden cup
Blow his pixels out
Pitiful the way he crawling now
Fizzle out
Game over guess I'm balling now, ay

[Outro: Papa Sleep]
Guess who died?
That be you
No surprise
I did too

Guess who died?
That be you
No surprise
I did too

Guess who died?
That be you
No surprise
I did too

Guess who died?
That be you
No surprise
I did too