Connor and Jackson battle Joel in an absolute massacre. A slaughterfest if you will.


I said Fuck You
(bitch!)
You need me to repeat it jackson?
(‘’huh?’’, ‘’What?’’)
Maybe get your fuckin’ ears in action
(yuh!)
(yeah)
(ay)
They call me Joel, im the gawk
It’s the sound your girl makes
When she chugging on my cock
(ay)
(yah)
Connor, that line there was for you
I know jackson did your mother first
So you can call me the part two
(ay!)
You guys are now a little team?
That's a surprise to me connor
After jackson made your mother cream
(woah)
Bet jackson here doesn’t regret a single thing
Connor’s mom does cause she couldn’t feel a fuckin’ thing!
(yuh)
Small junk jackson
cry cry cry
I’ll show you sadge
Here’s a blueberry pie!
You can eat it with your friends
Just try not to die
I mean I wouldn’t complain
Fly high, four eyes!


Yo Joel, you done? Lemme set this shit straight
You a lanky-ass nicka with a liquor filled fate 
Three cigarettes deep, think you’re tough, you’re a clown
Live-ah on strike while your lungs break down.

Gawk? What’s that? You find your name in the trash?
Sounding just like your ego when that shit gets smashed
Boy kisser, sure, that's not even the disgrace
Its the way you kiss the bottle more than anybody's face

Allergic to virtue, you be all the fucking sins 
Lust for attention, greed for the win
Sloth in your bones, envy within
Drink all your pride away, got your wrath on display, gluttony for the coffee fueling your day

“Jackson made my mum cream?” that's your best bet?
Bitch your lines fall flat, like your frame, zero threat
At least Jacksons four eyes give crystal clear sight
While you pour your shitty drinks under shoddy neon lights

Workin the bar, but you aint the main act
Just a squeaky hype boy with your daddy's cash stack
Debut name Gawk? That's a lifetime miss
“eat a daki mahs!” as I feast on this diss

(wednesday, wednesday, wednesday)

Grrreetings! 
The marskell marauder, I'm back in the stack!
Those were some sick bars connor
It’s my turn to attack
This mullet wearing bum thinks he owns the world
I think he wants something else, and it’s to be a girl
Put on your pretty pink dress and give us a twirl
Just don’t look me in the eyes, I'm going to hurl!

I cross out gawk, with some chalk, then I take a little walk, milly rock, on my block, all my fans they wanna stalk, wanna stalk, milly rock, set in stone like bedrock, wanna talk?, rather not, imma cross the crosswalk, big cock, your out of stock, leave you dead like a lock, deadlock, so don’t talk bout me again, or you’ll get shot, flintlock, flintlocked, you’re a walking cum sock, cum sock

(yeah)
(ay)

I'm in my vibe yeah don’t ruin my groove
“I can’t hear?” No
Just don’t wanna listen to you
Dumb voice, rejoice
Maybe find a religion?
Hard choice, small boy
Cry to the bars im dishin’
I said I had one hand on a motherfuckin' stone and wood
But now I got a Glock (POP!)
Use you in my firewood
(bitch!)

Gawk is down! I repeat, Gawk is down!

The Boiling Crab!

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