Moitonless
coping with the fact
that ill have to attack
spit the fact
on the second track
so step the fuck back
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-Ev1
Got the weed in my backpack
My lyrics are doper than a fatstack of crack.
Like that chill and relax. 
Walk slow until i attack.
Ev1 is incredible a little unprofessional 
the mighty respectable, intellectual, multi dimensional, the whole crowd feeling 
slightly stalking and creepin Ev1 is the villian 
Chillin feelin the tripp now imma take a sip fuck on a bitch and dip we
Headed to the crib.

About to get stoned swearing and staring
Sitting in the room preparing my soul for the doom.
Chilling in the afternoons 
I resume 
Playing the tunes let's go " BOOM"
You already guessed 
Smoke that green, I really hope that your enjoying the show.
Bro you really dont know 
but that's how my shit goes 
Ev1 is a gentleman 
pussy is my medicine 
your embarrassing
So stop comapring

-SD
Yeha gon dropout, fuck the table top put your feet up 
But hold up, I’m a burn up 
this fat blunt off weed
but I’m a still succeed

even if I don’t, I can still pull the gun out
I run out
Dropping out of high school
10 racks on a fucking jewel
I’m a fucking fool
But you minuscule

I am your weakness
Holy shit
I spit it, mix it, fix it, post it
kick shit, in to gear
You are a hypocrite
I am completeness
You said it
Admit it
You are a misfit
Yeah that weak shit
Get the weed lit
Beefing over voices
You just make noises
I steal my dad’s Royces 
and make big choises
My bars they are poisonous

Beefing with locals
Listen to my vocals
As I rap about something that isn’t raris or the click
You bars ain’t slick
This a proposal
For you to suck my dick
You ain’t wick
You just whack
I’m a hit you back
on this soundtrack
try to not get a panic attack

-Ev1
About to get that W double E down to the D roll up a J O I N T
I'm a chronic fiend 
I'm only 15 If you wan a chill you better bring the green 
I'm a killing machine 
Dont fuck with me 
I'll make it look a death scene take a breath and drink some lean 
leave unseen. 
Dont lie to us boy 
You better come clean
Like I said before I'm a fiend
fuck with me and feel my submachine

no purpose in life,
I'm alright 
Just hand over the surgical knife. 
For me to end my life
let me be peaceful 
in the after life 
Deadly melodies 
death to my enemy's my rhymes get heavily yet I sound heavenly.
I came to see if anyone was acting like me. 
I'm infectious like a disease 
Boy you better retreat
or you'll retrieve my feet, i'll kick a motherfucka until hes deceased
Feast on the weak, let a motherfucka speak.
Grabbing the tush, lets smoke the kush, stop and listen (shush) 
gripping the bong cya so long this is the end of the song
I guess I'll Leave the scene
Your far from fresh and clean 
So don't panic as I enter the ravine

Panic Attack 2.0 (p.rod SD)

Ev1 GaNg MaN

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