[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
We don’t fuck-
I told you from the jump hoe, from the jump
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
Bitch I told you from the jump hoe, from the jump
I told you from the jump (what)
From the jump

[Verse 1]
Nigga we don’t fuck with y'all
I told you from the jump, hoe
Pull up in my city talkin' gritty
All these hoes hear gum bumpin'
Get cho bitch ass up, hoe
Swingin' leave him leakin'
Leave him fiendin' for a beatin'
I be fiendin', leave a fuck nigga eyes swole
Beatin' a nigga ass, I’ll be swingin' like I’m Flash
Then I dash to get to fuckin' the 5-0
Where you at fuck nigga?
Where the fuck you at hoe?
You was talkin' tough all through the web, and now you back down
I can smell yo pussy from the distance, like a bloodhound
You raised by some bitches, I came up and out that dog pound

[Hook]
So where you at, where you at, (say) where you at bitch?
Where you at, where you at, where you at bitch?
Where you at, (say) where you at, where you at bitch?
Where you at, where you at, where you at bitch?

[Verse 2]
Break a nigga face when I unleash the pain
Bones shatter like a muthafuckin' glass plate
Backhand his bitch, had him sewn up and stitched
I don’t fuck
But the slut ain’t my taste
Dropkick a nigga out the ozone
Yung Xen, aka “One Punch Man”
One hit, one swing, one clenched fist
One dumb-fuck punk with a death wish
One man, one dream, one mindset
Achieve success and nothin' less
In the way, get crushed, get stomped
Get dumped in the back of the Cadillac trunk
Talked shit when he lit, so he never came down
Fuck nigga got layed out
Rest in piss, I flicked the switch
And had the bitch sent back where he came from

[Outro Craig Xen & AK]
Where you at bitch
Where you at, where you at-

We don’t do eye for eye, nigga
We don’t do eye for eye, nigga
We don’t do eye for eye, nigga
We don’t do eye for eye, nigga

We don’t be eye for eye, nigga
We don’t be eye for eye, nigga
We don’t be eye for eye, nigga
We don’t be eye for eye, nigga

WE DONT FUCK WITH YOU (ft. AK)

[Intro: CaptainCrunch & (Craig Xen)]
Why, yes thi- yes, this is the underground
Yes, yes, we’ve got a level 5 threat, yes! (Yes, yes, yes!)
His name is Craig Xen (Code red! Code red!)
He goes by Craig Xen, but not a “Z”, the “Z” is an “X”
(We’ve got a code red threat!)
Yes, yes, this is a level 5 threat!
Yes, somebody stop him!

[Verse 1]
See these niggas in the game they don't like Xen
Hear my tape playing and they get fighting
They be like, man, who the fuck that there?
I'm these underground niggas' worst nightmare
On the top, from the bottom, ain't that a bitch?
Craig Xen independent, I don't need a clique
Pen penetrate the paper like I flip a bitch
I refuse to take orders from a mortal man, you feel me?
Fuck a collective, manic depressive
Crunch with the blasting
Tell you the truth you not toting the pistol
You choking yo spokens you choke a Heath Ledger
Kill 'em, kill 'em with the syllables, I'm
In the middle of the centerfold, I
Take your bitch, Imma break the bitch
Turn piece that shit into a pot of gold

[Hook: Craig Xen & CaptainCrunch]
Young Xen, young, young Xen
Nigga, don’t fuck with him
Oh no, lord, oh no no
It's best you don't fuck with him
Young Xen He's the son of a pimp
Nigga, don't fuck with him
Oh, oh my god
It's best we don't fuck with him

[Verse 2]
I'm the son of a pimp, lil' bitch boy
Yeah I'm T-Baby's seed outta 5th Ward
Fuck shit up, getting paid, what I'm made for
See you paying for that pussy that I flipped, boy
You a rookie in the game, I'm a vet, dawg
Got stripes, got stars, got scars, ahh
I'm a war torn, warlord, black heart
All black, I'll still outshine y'all
Got your bitch on my line, I'ma phone her
Talking about the line up at the Motel 6
Sucking on the stick of a limp dick trick
I'ma send her back when I get finished
Number phone though
Talk about the line up at the Motel 6
Suckin' on the stick of a limp dick trick
Imma send her back when I get my bank roll, bitch

[Hook: Craig Xen & CaptainCrunch]
Young Xen, young, young Xen
He's the son of a pimp
Oh no, oh, oh, lord
It's best don't fuck with him
Young Craig motherfucking Xen
He’s the son of a pimp
Oh no, lesson learned
It's best you don't fuck with him

[Verse 3]
Lil' Xen don't indulge in the hoe shit
Horrorcore, underground overlord bitch
Nigga book me for a show, and a tour quick
Come through, shed blood in the mosh pit
See this hardcore shit, I wasn't born with
All this shit I done seen, I grew quick
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, make a bitch limp
Now they let me off the leash, I erupted
Crush shit
Fuck shit up in the function
Buck shit boy, “knuck if you buck” shit
Hit a nigga hard enough he do a front flip
Then I stomp the motherfucker til' his skull split
And I leave the remains for my young pits
And they feast on the brains and intestines
Sit back and I laugh on the flesh rip
Think twice before you test Craig Xen, bitch, nigga

[Outro: Captain Crunch & Craig Xen]
Oh god, I don’t know what the fuck we’re gonna do. (Fuck, William!)
Everyday, it’s just like day after day, he continues to drop songs!
Yes, it’s in the thousands now!
Yes! He… Everyday, he’s dropping new songs every week, and…
Consistently, they’re just heatwaves! We can’t fucking stop him!
It’s just a matter of time before he surfaces! We’re fucked, William!

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CRAIG XEN

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