[Intro]
Aye I don't give a fuck
Say I don't give a fuck
Boy I don't give a fuck (ayye)
Boy I don't give a fuck (ayye)
Nigga I don't give a fuck (ayye)
WUSSUP, WUSSUP, WUSSUP

[Verse 1 - Craig Xen]
Think Xen give a fuck, well you're so wrong
“ETA” will be embedded into my tombstone
I go harder than a bitch 'fore I go home
Back to the fuck nigga, leave his soul broke
Talking shit through the web, bitch pull up
Have you shittin' on yourself, get a pull up
Take your ass to the gym, do some pull ups
Get up off the keyboard, bitch man up
I be standin' with some silverback gorillas I was bred with
Internet niggas can't stand Xen (why?)
I don't give a fuck about they feelin's
Tried to take me out the game, but I'm still in
Imma skip the punchlines, give it straight to ya
You can't last in this game, you a bitch nigga
Boy you an image on the web, I'mma real nigga
Craig from the ACX bruh, come see us
[?]
Have you pissin' in your pants, lil bitch boy
Parents still pay your bills, huh bitch boy
I'mma grown ass man, you a kid boy
Craig Xen, I ain't the one to be fucked with
Push my buttons, will lead to destruction
Lemme give you fuck niggas the instructions
Get up off my dick, and pull up at a function
Fuck Nigga

[Interlude]
Sensitive ass, bitch ass niggas
Ol' pussy ass internet niggas
Hoe ass, sensitive ass niggas
Aye Fletch, get them niggas

[Verse 2 - CT. Fletcher]
If that hurts your little sissy ass feelings, makes you wanna cry
Don't look for a pat on the back from me motherfucker
Cause I don't have one for you
I don't empathize with you one fucking bit
I don't feel sorry for you
If you can't take it, get the fuck on
I don't need you, fuck you
You don't like that?
Boo-hoo motherfucker, boo-hoo
Go cry in your cornflakes, eat another Twinkie
Undo your belt so your fuckin' ass stomach can fall out on the floor, bitch
Cryin' some more tears
Two tears in a motherfuckin' bucket, fuck it
You don't like me?
I won't lose no sleep over it, motherfuck you
Sensitive ass bitches

CYBER BULLY (ft. CT. Fletcher)

[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!

Craig Xen - Impala

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