Recorded during a cult ritual where people were chanting “chair” over and over while playing instruments and bowing down to a chair. It was fun until some asshole took the chair and ran off.

Chair

This song be the instrumental for my first album.

When It Explodes (Intro)

Lyrics:
Fuck Millard Fillmore
Fuck Millard Fillmore
Fuck Millard Fillmore
I did my research


Grew up out of poverty, but still act like a rich snob
Accidental president, what a fucking dickwad
Know-Nothing party, you literally know nothing
Imagine being Anti-Freemason or something
All I gotta say is, well, Fugitive Slave Act
Your compromise didn’t hold, got a civil war attack
This bird shit hair’s a forgotten resident
Got no hoes, and no fucking vice president
Carry one state in your presidential election
For presidents, you’re basically the worst selection
If I could travel back in time to 1796
I’d go to your mom’s house and Fillmore of my dick

Fuck Millard Fillmore
Fuck Millard Fillmore
Fuck Millard Fillmore
I did my research

Fuck Millard Fillmore
Fuck Millard Fillmore
Fuck Millard Fillmore
I did my research

Man, I really wish you would stop calling my girlfriend with this nonsense
Blabbering about where she been she coming back soon, so just stop it

Why do we drive on the parkway and park on the driveway?
Why is earth round but google maps thinks it’s flat?
Why are north places colder but southern places warmer?
We have science to answer that, but they don’t tell us everything
Man, I really wish you would stop calling my girlfriend with this nonsense
Blabbering about where she been she coming back soon, so just stop it

Why? (Just stop it) Just why?
Why? The world needs to know. (Just stop it)

Produced by: PIGFARTS

Fuck Millard Fillmore // Questions

Lyrics:

Yung Greenland:
Doink Doink! I’m so cool!
Doink Doink! Greenland rules!
Doink Doink! Baby break!
Doink Doink! Suck my dick!
Doink Doink! Greenland the best!
Doink Doink! Beaver wall gang!
Doink Doink! Penguin gang!
Doink Doink! Yeah!

Got dat money in my pockets
And I’m running the park project
I don’t eat no clam chowder
But I’m swimming in cocaine powder
I once had lung cancer
From drinking a liquid disease
Got that breeze, froyo, easy breezy
Got that British teeth from cavities
Then I commit a robbery
Makin’ smoke steam like factories
Then I’m runnin’ from the damn police
Run so hard I burn the calories
And I burn down an orphanage too
Can’t fuck with Yung Greenland, that’s true
I crack nuts so hard that I’m wearing blue
Like a Dodgers fan inside a damn Subaru

Doink Doink! I’m so cool!
Doink Doink! Greenland rules!
Doink Doink! Baby break!
Doink Doink! Suck my dick!
Doink Doink! Greenland the best!
Doink Doink! Beaver wall gang!
Doink Doink! Penguin gang!
Doink Doink! Yeah!

Johnny McQrassontete:
I pull up in a Bugatti and ran over somebody
For not liking McQrassontete!
I get Le macarons from Le boulangerie
And then I chop off your head!
I DM’d Lil Squeegee and Yung Greenland
So we could bungee jump from ze Eiffel Tower
I was like “Monsieur, peux-tu me sucer la bite”
And he got angry and caused a scène
I am part of the gang, vache familiale
I pull up with ze guillotine and ze baguette!
I took my bitch to ze meat shop
But I had 3 and all of them were vegan
L’argent est toujours dans mes poches
Et j'ai toutes les salopes quand je fume de l'herbe
Shout out Seth, he got Le seis string bass
Put a nuclear bomb right there

Yung Greenland:
My iPad’s a dumbass cuz’ internet sucks
It’s a jealous dick cuz’ I’ve been making the bucks
Done nothing wrong, man, I’ve always been right
Carnage and armed with guns, that’s my type
Beaver Wall Gang, Beaver Wall Gang
I could say the same shit over and over
Beaver Wall Gang, Beaver Wall Gang
Let me say it for you
Doink Doink, I’m so cool
Doink Doink, Greenland rules
Doink Doink, Baby break
Doink Doink, Suck my dick

Doink Doink! I’m so cool!
Doink Doink! Greenland rules!
Doink Doink! Baby break!
Doink Doink! Suck my dick!
Doink Doink! Greenland the best!
Doink Doink! Beaver wall gang!
Doink Doink! Penguin gang!
Doink Doink! Yeah!

Beat made by DJ Kaktusi

Doink Doink (ft. Johnny McQrassontete)

For The Birds (Interlude)

Lyrics:

I’ve been through a wild ride
They goin’ crazy like I switched sides
Went from Vostok Penguin Boombox
To Beaver Wall Productions, that’s right
I’m no longer in the tundra
I’m chillin’ in the California state
Hot sometimes, but it feels great
The kind of thing you’d appreciate
The penguins are still my bros
Skipper, Kowalski and Rico
Private, too, can’t forget about him
But soon I’ll collab with Lil Ohio
I spent some time staring at the phone
But I need to expand my zone, no no
Can’t keep it all alone, no no
Can’t keep it all alone, no no

Making music videos, it’s a new kind of scene
Acting all out with the green screen
Productions lit since 2017
Lil Ohio, Lil Cornbeef, and can’t forget Lil Squeegee
Jackson and Yung Facebook Catfish
In the back making dem fire beats, yeah
But I still can’t keep my ol’ tundra studio
And I still can’t keep my ol’ home TV
I’m ranking up, ima be taking the charts
It’s a whole new kind of scenery for me
I’m the best in the biz, I make it happen
Turn off the noise, and blast the Beaver Wall music
Yung Greenland, yeah we cruising
Never losing, getting loose, shit!

I can do autotune mumbling and get away with it!
We got, we got, we got, we got, strange lyrics!
Like the Lorax, I bust out of da tree
I’m getting dat moneys
Sticky like honey
Munumuhumuh

I’ve been through a wild ride
They goin’ crazy like I switched sides
Went from Vostok Penguin Boombox
To Beaver Wall Productions, that’s right
I’m no longer in the tundra
I’m chillin’ in the California state
Hot sometimes, but it feels great
The kind of thing you’d appreciate
The penguins are still my bros
Skipper, Kowalski and Rico
Private, too, can’t forget about him
But soon I’ll collab with Lil Ohio
I spent some time staring at the phone
But I need to expand my zone, no no
Can’t keep it all alone, no no
Can’t keep it all alone, no no

Can’t Keep

Lyrics:
All I want for Christmas is a pet goose
All I want for Christmas is some Nike shoes
All I want for Christmas is a Subaru
All I want for Christmas is some ocean soup
I got a goose shirt in my laundry (Honk! Honk!)
I got 2 socks in my laundry (Evil stocking!)
I got a Niners shirt in my laundry (Niners faithful)
I got a dawg barking up the wrong tree (Arf! Arf!)

I be sippin’ lean, I be sippin’ chlorine
I been poppin’ beans, I been on the Beaver Wall Team
We got so many skeets, bitch we ain’t clean
Motherfuckin’ car go so fast like the light was green
We be on the street, feet made of concrete
Penguin gang be elite, in the heat, smoking weed
We eat dead carcass meat, y’all better retreat
When you see my pet goose, you know you can’t compete

All I want for Christmas is a pet goose
All I want for Christmas is some Nike shoes
All I want for Christmas is a Subaru
All I want for Christmas is some ocean soup
I don’t eat chowder, I eat dead carcass, ay (Fuck chowder)
I don’t read the news, bitch I read books, ay (Liarbrarian)
I got an Uzi and a Glock in my closet, skeet (Pew pew)
I got a Street Car drivin’ down Market St. (Now arriving…)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want a pet goose
I want a pet goose
I want a pet goose
I want a pet goose
I want a pet goose
Animal handling, I can manage a gander, see
I’m a cannibal slandering on these dicks who are bantering
‘Bout my manimal channeling and mechanical scrambling
Through my raps you tryna be cancelling but you mishandling the fact that

All I want for Christmas is a pet goose
And I put it on a leash
And I put it on a leash
How ba-a-ad could it possibly be?
I’m just doing what comes naturally
Goose gang for life
Honk honk!

All I want for Christmas is a pet goose
All I want for Christmas is some Nike shoes
All I want for Christmas is a Subaru
All I want for Christmas is some ocean soup
I got it in my laundry
I got da soap in my laundry
For the goose
For the goose so I don’t get diabetes

Disclaimer: Some elements of the song were taken from “How Bad Can I Be” from the Lorax. Credit goes to Ed Helms, John Powell and the rest of Illumination.

All I Want For Christmas Is A Pet Goose

Lyrics:

Yung Greenland:
That bitch is STUPIDO! I tell ya, that bitch is STUPIDO!
Like you be tho, little presumido, your level is going down to zero!
You’re swooping low, and when you’re stooping low
You get cut! Cut! Now you’re losing, bro
Get burned by lava, a fluid tho, you asshole, got a brain that you don’t use tho!
I don’t wanna be your roommate, you ain’t a crewmate
Alexander Hamilton, just you wait
Your timing’s too late, my raps can mutate
Yours are just bland like Newgate
All my schoolmates were just little teacher’s pets
Hearin’ a lot from me, but they’re speaking deaf
Like Corin Tellado, I was reading them 
And left all of you bitches bleeding red

Lil Big Medium Thug:
I got drip, drip, drip, I got sip, sip, sip
I got crip, crip, crip, crip gang for life
My name is Lil Big Medium Thug and I’m so fucking cool
I beat you hard when I’m playing pool
Got, yeah. I’m gonna kick you out
Your bitch just fucks me from the clout
Something, something, something, something, something, CJ Stroud
Something, something, something, big big trout

Yung Greenland:
That bitch is STUPIDO! I tell ya, that bitch is STUPIDO!
Like you be tho, little presumido, your level is going down to zero!
You’re swooping low, and when you’re stooping low
You get cut! Cut! Now you’re losing, bro
Get burned by lava, a fluid tho, you asshole, got a brain that you don’t use tho!
I don’t wanna be your roommate, you ain’t a crewmate
Alexander Hamilton, just you wait
Your timing’s too late, my raps can mutate
Yours are just bland like Newgate
All my schoolmates were just little teacher’s pets
Hearin’ a lot from me, but they’re speaking deaf
Like Corin Tellado, I was reading them 
And left all of you bitches bleeding red

Cursing Chipmunk:
I’m so cool and I get all the hoes
I got a guillotine for my bros!
I chop people’s heads off like El, El Kabong
You are trash! You can’t even play this song
Cuz’ your internet connection is worse than mine
I fuck your hoe ‘til she poppin’ the grind
Tristan’s gonna suck my dick so hard
That his brain starts to fall apart
But his brain was not that smart to begin with
Cuz’ Cursing Chipmunk, I win this
Like Bordon Press in the fridge, bitch
I got a refrigerator to freeze all you hoes
And I’m with the BURGER CULT!

Yung Greenland:
That bitch is STUPIDO! I tell ya, that bitch is STUPIDO!
Like you be tho, little presumido, your level is going down to zero!
You’re swooping low, and when you’re stooping low
You get cut! Cut! Now you’re losing, bro
Get burned by lava, a fluid tho, you asshole, got a brain that you don’t use tho!
I don’t wanna be your roommate, you ain’t a crewmate
Alexander Hamilton, just you wait
Your timing’s too late, my raps can mutate
Yours are just bland like Newgate
All my schoolmates were just little teacher’s pets
Hearin’ a lot from me, but they’re speaking deaf
Like Corin Tellado, I was reading them 
And left all of you bitches bleeding red

Beat made by Yung Facebook Catfish
Lyrics written by Yung Greenland, Lil Big Medium Thug & Cursing Chipmunk

STUPIDO (ft. Cursing Chipmunk & Lil Big Medium Thug)

Lyrics:

I usually rap about bitches, money, guns, and society
And I can’t think of a word that rhymes with society 
And I still can’t think of another word that rhymes with society
I rhymed society with society with society with society
I said society 8 times so far
Mr. Edward doesn’t know how to drive a car
But he got a driver’s license anyways
Cuz’ he’s a rich white man and no one knows that he’s gay
Mr. Edward tried to rob a bank
Mr. Edward tried to get that stank
Mr. Edward tried to steal my stuff
So I kicked him in the butt
After that Mr. Edward was arrested
Cuz’ you can’t trust a guy like Mr. Edward
After that Mr. Edward was arrested
Cuz’ you can’t trust a guy named Mr. Edward
Edward’s brother Will got mad at me
He got furious at me, wished death upon me
So I kicked that orchestra kid in the ass
And I gave them an F on the test, no pass
I threw his carcass in a biohazard bin
And then I broke his toy violin
Mr. Edward and Will were a defeatist crime
Heinous crime, penis crime, penis crime
They make crimes, all of the time
I improvise when I don’t know how to rhyme
Mr. Edward had a sister named Timmy
Timmy is a boy’s name, though she is a swifty
Like Will as well
Will needs to chill and go to hell
Cuz’ he’s annoying and he supports cancel culture
And I’ll eat his dead carcass like a vulture
Mr. Edward got arrested
Can’t trust a guy like Mr. Edward
Mr. Edward got arrested
For crimes and he’s suspended

Note: Any similarities to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

Mr. Edward Freestyle

Lyrics:
Y'all know me, still not the same guy, but I make parodies
Hated on by most these discord mods with no life, no cheese, and no moneys
All they do is look at memes! No boats no boats no boats no boats!
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide Beaver Wall Productions with a BOAT
Got a studio with a pool and it's all full of bromine
To add to mass carnage and destruction
Hangin’ Seahawks fans in the back of my garage like Voorhees
Did y'all think I'm a let my kitchen freeze? Bitch, please!
You better learn how to, wait, fuck.
Who you think taught you to fuck trees?
Who you think brought you El Kabong?
Penguin gang, someone else, LeBron James
The motherfucking Squeegee’s
And the group that said AAEEAAEEIIoOoOIEAOUU
Gave you a bucket full of cocaine to dump on top of your head and snort
And when your bucket gave you tetanus
Who's the amputator they told you to go see?
I’m pretty sure his name was Joe
Everyone always thinks that I turned into a shitty meme rapper
Y'all are the reason that Y-Green ain't learning how to drive
SO F*CK YOU! ALL OF YOU! IF YOU DON’T LIKE ME, KILL YOURSELF!
Y'all are gonna keep crying about it and turn into a deer!

Nowadays everybody want to mumble like some rapper like me
But only shit comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of lame disses
And losing their brains like they forgot about Greenland
Nowadays everybody want to mumble like some rapper like me
But only shit comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of lame disses
And fucking losing their brains like they forgot about Greenland

(I don’t know what Skitul is saying here, just find out yourself, I guess)

Nowadays everybody want to mumble like some rapper like me
But only shit comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of lame disses
And losing their brains like they forgot about Greenland
Nowadays everybody want to mumble like some rapper like me
But only shit comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of lame disses
And fucking losing their brains like they forgot about Greenland

If it was up to me, you silly gooses stop
Eatin' off of me with your forks on
Lookin' up to me like a Truffla tree
When Born In Dha Tundra was out, you didn’t exist
But now that I learned how to drive for once
Everybody wanna pop a Molly bean
Like Lil Mosquito Disease, but you won't exist
‘Cause I’m from the streets of Antarctica
I ate 'em all
All 'em little dick heads, who you think tried to fuck 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout OH I BET YOU’RE HOMOPHOBIC
What, you think I hate the gays now?
‘Cause I’m straight now?
Now all I get is hate comments all day sayin' Yung Greenland’s a deer
What, ‘cause I been in the tundra
With a computer tryin' to beat minesweeper?
I ain't smoking crack
You know what? Maybe I am smoking crack
And it’ll still be smokin’ after that
So give me more radioactive crack
And fuck crap, you can digest it back
So where's all the Furry Rappers at?
It's like a forest in this habitat
But all you somethin’ somethin’ somethin’ somethin’ somethin’
Oh, fuck. I forgot the rest of the lyrics

Nowadays everybody want to mumble like some rapper like me
But only shit comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of lame disses
And losing their brains like they forgot about Greenland
Nowadays everybody want to mumble like some rapper like me
But only shit comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of lame disses
And fucking losing their brains like they forgot about Greenland
Nowadays everybody want to mumble like some rapper like me
But only shit comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of lame disses
And losing their brains like they forgot about Greenland

Credit goes to Marshall Mathers and Andre Romelle Young for the original song. This is not meant to be hurtful or offensive; this is a parody

Forgot About Gre(enland) (ft. Skitul)

Lyrics:
What the fuck is that sound?
It’s the most cursed sound I’ve ever heard on a guitar!
Stop it! Stop it!
What’s the matter? Can’t handle a fucking guitar?
I will steal all the water in your toilet
If you don’t shut the fuck up
Yeah, go ahead, make my already crappy day

It's still Greenland *yeah*, Iceland *yeah*
Though I've crapped a lot, can't even rap a lot
'Cause when I fuck with the shits that I’m known to eat
You hear the bass from the truck then the house falls down
Bitch, that doesn’t even rhyme! Well, how about this?
My last album was Born In Dha Tundra, it was lit!
They want to know if I still eat burger
They say rap's not good
They wanna know how I react to it
(If you ain't up on Beaver Wall)
Yung Greenland is the name
I don’t even need fame
Still smoking my weed
Still beating my meat, still not loving the Seahawks
Still pull up in a Bugatti playin’ my mix
Still got love for the shits, reppin' 666 (Demon?)
Still the beats blow, still ruin my show
Since I left Antarctica, still got hoes, still

I'm representing for them penguins all across the world
(Still) Eating the fishies from the ocean, girl
Still taking my time to fuck up the beat
And I still got love for Mercator, it's the G-R-E
I'm representing for them penguins all across the world
(Still) Eating the fishies from the ocean, girl
Still taking my time to fuck up the beat
And I still got love for Mercator, it's the G-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me, I had a stroke
Breet, breet, me and Squeegee, we dippin' again
Kept my dick in my pants, signed Lil Ohio
He's quadruple platinum, doing 69 a week
Still, I stay close to the cold
And even when I was close to the feet, I smell my own feet
My life’s like reality, no show tho for the beat
Like Submarine Man, I kill all the stockings
Wake up at 3 am, compose a crappy beat
I bring the penguins, elitist of the elite
It's not a flute, it's a clarinet, bummer
Since "I’m Not A Loser" from Squidward’s musical number
I have had it, with these Wi-Fi problems
In the home of foggy streets and cable cars
Can’t even rhyme anymore, the actual fuck is this?
I shit through, then I give you SKIBIDI TOILET

I’m representing for them penguins all across the world
(Still) Eating the fishies from the ocean, girl
Still taking my time to fuck up the beat
And I still got love for Mercator, it's the G-R-E
I'm representing for them penguins all across the world
(Still) Eating the fishies from the ocean, girl
Still taking my time to fuck up the beat
And I still got love for Mercator, it's the G-R-E

It ain't nothing but frozen horse shit
Another VHS tape for y'all to fuck with
Whether you’re sitting on the couch with a bag of chips
Laid back in the crack, smoke some crack
I'm representing for them penguins all across the world
Still (Eating the fishies from the ocean, girl)
I'll take your toes, put your face in a Mercator map
People try to be real ones but the fake is back
(So if you ain't up on Beaver Wall)
Yung Greenland be the name still burning in flames
Still, got it crapped like a toilet
Still ain't tripping, enjoy seeing young orphans boiling
Spend time out the T R A P, take the penguins out the T R A P
Hit Lil Squeegee off with T R A P S, no more being T R A P
Barbies die every day, driving Ibishu Pigeon
Still gon' peck yo ass like a pigeon

I’m representing for them penguins all across the world
(Still) Eating the fishies from the ocean, girl
Still taking my time to fuck up the beat
And I still got love for Mercator, it's the G-R-E
I'm representing for them penguins all across the world
(Still) Eating the fishies from the ocean, girl
Still taking my time to fuck up the beat
And I still got love for Mercator, it's the G-R-E

Right back up in your motherfuckin’ toes
Six-six plus six pennies, add that shit up
G.R.E. we can’t even do math straight
Smoke some wit' yo Squeegee
No traps, no scraps, no scrapes, no S H I T S!
Some of that real skibidi dop dop yes yes
Francium! Put it in the water!
Well, you's a fool, YG, ha-ha

Still G.R.E.

Lyrics:
There’s a riot on the streets, everybody move your feet
Cuz’ Beaver Wall Produx is gonna bring the elite
We be comin’ for the meat, dead carcasses we eat
Motherfucker, you know we’re having a riot on the streets!
There’s a riot, we ain’t lying, things have gone off the rails
Everybody for themselves, the authority has failed
And if anybody try to stop us, we don’t give a shit!
We have started out the mosh, now let’s split the pit!

Blood everywhere, y’all should be scared
I’m on the mic and I bite like a bear
But you be hibernating since this dropped
Get chased by the cops, lookin’ for the opps
Y’all see what’s going on, y’all see the scene
It’s utter fucking anarchy!
You ain’t surviving the mosh pit, you’re just dog shit
Cuz’ we’re having a riot on the streets
It’s a riot on the streets

There’s a riot on the streets, everybody move your feet
Cuz’ Beaver Wall Produx is gonna bring the elite
We be comin’ for the meat, dead carcasses we eat
Motherfucker, you know we’re having a riot on the streets!
There’s a riot, we ain’t lying, things have gone off the rails
Everybody for themselves, the authority has failed
And if anybody try to stop us, we don’t give a shit!
We have started out the mosh, now let’s split the pit!

Riot On The Streets

Lyrics:
Yung Greenland:
Why you always come with bad news?
Say you want me to win but hope I lose
Don’t call my girlfriend or text her too
When we’re fucking each other in the bedroom
Why you always come with bad news?
Tryna fuck with me in the news
While the reporter’s getting his work done
In a fucking bathroom

I’ve been living in the streets since I was a whippersnapper 
I’ve been wielding and dealing, dem bitches I’m chasing after
Because I want their toes, wait no, I didn’t actually say that
You wanna duel with me wit yo pistol? I don’t play that
And you better not too cuz’ I got an AK
And I pull up in a tank and we let that shit bang
Cuz’ we stay icy like the penguin gang
B-B-Beaver Wall team, we still get dem chicken wings

Yung Greenland:
I’m so caught up in my work (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I juh wanna gedem percs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
But bad news happens every day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hear about it on the newspaper, and I just want it to go away, yuh!

Lil Squeegee:
Bitch I’m Lil Squeegee and you know I’m from the streets
I’m a dawg in the hood rapping on this fire beat
I saw your girl in the club and she wanna smell my feet
But she better not ditch me before I hit the skeet
I go to McDonalds and buy myself a Big Mac
Better give me my money, bitch, I need that shit back
And if you try to front, I’ll shoot you in the nutsack 
Because, like the Nutshack, it’s the Nutshack!

Why must you always come with bad news?
Say that someone wins the primaries and then they lose?
And climate change is going to kill us all one day
And I’ll run out of CD’s from the man Mac Dre
But still, living in the hood isn’t easy
You got to get your shit quickly, even if you feel queasy
But if you from Georgia, you better stay peachy
Take that advice from me, famed rapper Lil Squeegee

Yung Greenland:
Why you always come with bad news?
Say you want me to win but hope I lose
Don’t call my girlfriend or text her too
When we’re fucking each other in the bedroom
Why you always come with bad news?
Tryna fuck with me in the news
While the reporter’s getting his work done
In a fucking bathroom

Lil Squeegee:
Yuh, in a fucking bathroom
Yuh, yuh, in a fucking bathroom
Yuh yuh, bad news, bad news
Bad news, bad news
Bad news, bad news
I got some Bri’ish tea as well

Yung Greenland:
And now, for something completely different

Bad News (ft. Lil Squeegee)

We recorded this at 3 am and probably woke up, like, 20 people
Anyways, here’s the lyrics

Lil Squeegee:
Da, da, da, da, da
It's the one and only Lil Squeegee (Lil Squeegee in this bitch)
Da, da, da, da, da
You know I'm mobbin' with the G.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yung Greenland:
You know Beaver Wall’s back for all you suckers! (What, what, what, what?)
So light the fire! (Burn it up, burn it up!)
Burn those dead carcasses... yeah 'Sup Squeeg?

Lil Squeegee:
Top Dogg, suck my cock, bitch, shut the fuck up
Watchin’ B-B-C, rather be watchin’ that stuff
Sipping tea, eating crumpets, yeah, we Bri’ish chaps now
And tell those schtewpid Americans that we runnin’ this town
Thug beavers, drug beavers, yeah, this is Beaver Wall
Low rider, Ima slider, boy, we havin’ a ball
Takin' shots at the bar while they strip on the pole
Eat her toes at 4:04 when she got in the back door
Bitches lookin' at me confused but I don't care
Squawk up in this (Parrot squawk) just, I don’t care
Bitch quit talkin', because I’d rather sip my tea in quiet
Take a toe with some feet and roar at you like a lion
ROAR, chomp the tree for the Beaver of Rap
And if yo' kneecaps get broken, bitch, I can’t fix them unfortunately 
We in the hood, we don’t even touch grass
If you believe in the ass, you must be gettin’ the pass

Yung Greenland:
Da, da, da, da, da
It's the one and only G.R.E. (Yung Greenland!)
Da, da, da, da, da
You know I'm mobbin' with Lil Squeegee
Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-C-C-P (commie?)
King of the Beaver Wall, smelling your feet- (Feetwood?)
Hoheheehahoheehaw rollin' on dubs
How you feel—wh-wh-wha—wh-wha-what?
YG and Squeeg chronic'd out in the Cock (with a cock, innit?)
With Jackson in the back, sippin' on Brock (Purdy! Wait…)
Dick in my pants, dip it in the tide (What?)
Sunset, Twin Peaks, Ingleside!
Mission Bay out to Dolores (Dolores!)
It's Beaver Wall Produx, it’s short for Beaver Wall Productions, got a gang of sumn’
I'm on one, tell yo bitch come and shake sumn’
With my jacket on and my team stronk
Get my drink STRONK and my smoke STRONK
Then go to dinner wit' somethin' to STRONK BONK (Don’t tell me to do that!)
Like Noseybonk I finna steal your toes
Comin' real, it's the previous episode

Both:
Hold up, hey
For the rappers who be thinkin' we drunk
We are indeed drunk
We gon' sip it 'til our brain cells lost
Hold up, hey
For the rappers who be actin' like opps
Take a shit
Hope you ready for the previous episode
Hey, hey, hey
Smoke plutonium everday

The Previous Episode (ft. Lil Squeegee)

Made for the gerbils and as a closing for the album.

Outro Of The Gods

I believe in Mercator projection

Hello I'm Yung Greenland and I live in the frozen tundra with a crew full of penguins. Soon I'll be making a petition to legalize nuclear bombs.


Still G.R.E. is out now!

Yung Greenland

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