No time to stall, no time to breathe
Class is making me doze off and you’re the one to blame BS critiques, gotta let it slide
Teachers playing chess but im playing the best
playing games with grades pussy gotta clear the air flippin through the pages spittin heat right at yo hair I got 60 uzis in my closet shoot you like a bear
Put a bullet n yo pussy bitch there aint no aftercare
Darkmoon
Started the year by saying “I love grammar”
She said “you’re the best”, but it’s not a fuckin honor I got 60 in English but I got enriched
Don’t need a graduation if I want to be rich
(Yeh) I got you on the floor
I wish we never met before
I don’t want no more (straight up) I don’t mind (it’s lit) I’m gon rage at all the teachers if they don’t like my style
Ethan
Rich young man in the hood selling snow selling salts selling butt lifts got a call from a stupid pussy 
Came at 3 got her shot paid a hundo left the alley my boys pull up with an uzi pop her bongos at her brain
Call the roner that girl dead
Call the roner that girl wet
Call the roner that girl dead
Call the roner that girl wet
There’s some blood on the floor
There’s some plastic on the door
There’s some white hair in the galley
There’s her buttocks smell like crack
John a McDonald’s plastic factory be boomin boomin boomin
Call the roner call the 
Darkmoon
Yeh
Call the roner call the roner cuz she’s on the floor Call the roner call the roner my life’s too hardcore Yeh bitches at the door yeh on the fifth floor yeh I’m on top I don’t care anymore yeh
Call the roner bitches naked in the street
Call the roner party with all my friends, they risin up the heat Call the roner don’t try to call me sweet
I’m alone one again but it’s not a defeat
Ethan
Your behind’s so big i had to relocate
Splitting all these peaches when we procreate
Eating cheese ficello going in your weight
Cant have any strikes can’t have any breaks can’t have any sleep can’t have any life just took it away
I be takin her to I saute teach her buttocks how to jiggle hope her petty plastic corpse can go and rot away in hell
Darkmoon
Yeh, struggle all alone
I dream about the day I’m not going home I’m always calm as I rap this song
I ain’t crying as I lose my phone yeh
Fuck your gangtsa shit, fuck your cosy shit
I ain’t coming no more cuz I’m on blacklist
And I’m single there, I don’t know why I’m here But at least I didn’t call the coroner
  
  Call the roner bitch, call the roner Call the roner bitch call the roner Call the roner pussy

Call The Coroner

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Call The Coroner

Darkmoon

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