WE CAN’T AGREE WHAT TO NAME THIS SONG lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: CXRPSE]
Yuh
Spider Gang (Spider Gang)
Uh (Uh, uh)
Alright, let's get it
Afourteen (Afourteen)
Eddie (Eddie)
Get over here, let's get this sh*t
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Go)
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (Go, go, go)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Go, go, go)

[Verse 1: CXRPSE]
Still got shawty wrong, in the rap game, Bob Saget (Yuh)
I hit the bong and I fly like Aladdin
sh*t, my energy on dragon
I am the overlord, I am the captain
I-I-I pull up, I got all the spiders
Old-ass n*gga, you need to retire
They say, "CXRPSE, (Yeah, n*gga?) you fired"
Shut the f*ck up, lil' n*gga, I'm tired
Uh, uh-uh, I haven't slept in a week
Bounce in the ground, I slept in the sheets, uh
Y'all be ingestin' my meat
n*ggas talkin' that sh*t, they get sent to defeat, uh
That n*gga can't be me, your opinion obsolete
All these n*ggas talkin' sh*t, but yet, they b*tches f*ck with me
S-Spider Gang pulling up, make the rest of you n*ggas are stupid
All you n*ggas like plug raps (f*ck)
I'ma rip it off, f*ck it, I'ma abuse it
(Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'm the only skeleton not in a tomb
I'm the only n*gga make the earth shake when I move
All these baby b*tches, take yo' ass inside the womb
[Break: CXRPSE]
Uh, f*ck, I'm tired of this sh*t
(Edd, what the f*ck?) Yo, can y'all do your verses?

[Verse 2: eddison]
Uh, uh
Yuh, in yo' b*tch's bed, it go, "Ee-err, ee-err, ee-err"
I-I walk up in this b*tch, so wet, I feel just like I'm a skier
I'm playing basketball with yo' b*tch, n*gga, I am such a player
All my n*ggas shooters like the Lakers and they get the paper
Yeah, ooh, yeah
We eat Xanax for the m— (Uh-uh)
Bend it my park, I hop up, b*tch, I'm on the block (The blo—)
b*tch, I'm like a swishy, see the B. B. Simons, f*ckin’ stone
Told that b*tch, "I do not leave the crib, b*tch, I don't wanna go"
My n*ggas shooters like they on a basketball team, they on go
b*tch, I know I am the G.O.A.T. but they make me so [?]
Back it up, your girl make sh*t, I stack it up (Uh, yuh)
I f*ck that bih then pass it, yuh (Uh, yuh)
Shoot the f*ckin' package up (Uh, yuh)
b*tch, I'm in my bag and sh*t (Uh, yuh)
And I pull out this ratchet (Uh, yuh)
That b*tch, she cook it ratchet (Uh, yuh)
Yuh, she could give her rashes (Uh, yuh)
Ayy, I just f*cked on a bi'-bi'
Ooh, Toosie's on my feet
I f*ck on that b*tch, that b*tch from the street
I stick it in this, I'm still flippin' Ps
I'm still on the block, b*tch suck on my D
b*tch, suck on my c*ck, b*tch suck on my feet
We got molly rocks, we got the molly bands
I f*ck with that b*tch 'cause she came out the work
Go upside down, woah, b*tch, oh my God
Suck my di*k like she in charge
I f*ck that b*tch like I'm in charge
Stick boy, stick boy, I got bars
You a b*tch boy, you a retard
I'm in this b*tch with my gang, we go hard
[Verse 3: Afourteen]
(Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Ayy, who is in this b*tch? Spider Gang and we ain't slowin' down
Cut through my fist, got my brothers, they gon' hold me down
My bag immaculate, got a zip and we gon' blow it down
Oh can you run quick?
Diamonds all on my boys and it does sticks
Hit a body and dead like some sh*t
Got the cash in the back in abundance
Are you tryna die? You want this?
A-Anybody can come and get fisted!
You better run, from the gang, gang
All of the spiders, from the gang, gang
All the spiders, from the gang, gang
You better run, from the gang, gang
All the spiders!
You know the media, yeah, they don't f*ckin' like us
I got some meteors and I got something that could break us

[Bridge: Afourteen & Lil Darkie]
Hah (Ayuh)
(Yuh, yuh)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Ha)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Yuuuh, yeah, yuuuh, yeah, yuuuh)
[Verse 4: Afourteen]
Okay run it back, tell 'em that I'm back
Tell that have a heart attack
Don't run with that
See him jumpin', I don't give a f*ck, I got my face attacked
And if I see her door-dashing that di*k
You boutta get your [?] attacked, (Chill!)
And boy you better watch out 'fore my gun go-
And I'on miss, pus*y boy, I got the cheat code on me
And now I'm p*ssed
I-I'm the boy eating sh*t like I'm Bobby
Why don't you sit, lil' whore, you ain't getting di*k from me
Oh, you think this sh*t's funny?
It's not, ha, ha
I feel like I am Dillinger wit' my new Prada
All these pussies getting close, I'll pull out the Denada
Always b*tchin' on the Internet about your problems
But you never gon' solve 'em that way
Yuh, yuh, (Hey) yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yuh, you ain't ever solve 'em that way

[Part II]

[Segue: CUBENSiS]
Uh, you are now listening to a Spider Gang exclusive
Released in part with Spider Gang entertainment
And Spider Gang enterprises, enjoy

[Intro: BRUHMANEGOD, Christ Dillinger & MKULTRA]
Y'all had to wake me up for this?
Yo, Dillinger, can you write my new verse?
You already know, I'm not gonna write that sh*t
Oh, f*ck!
MK, what about you?
(Nooo, f*ck this crazy)
No? f*ck!
Spider Gang!
God damn it

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]
Here I am, dancin' for you
Dancing for your amusement (Sucka)
I don't got time, if I did I'm makin' music
Yeah they wanna make the music
They don't wanna face the music
I don't get by, you need a f*ckin' flavor, what you doing?
(It's time now..!)
This for all the kids that can't afford food!
Know you hate the feeling when the people don't support you
I can show you how but you don't feel like using your tool
Poor fools, spittin' in your horseshoes
Suckin' the fate of the aggressor
(G-G-) Guess they don't know better for ever
But I could never ever, ever
Heaven dwellers jealous of hell, got no events to set up
You didn't know me, since only I'd only got to drop' you if your friends will let 'em
(I-I-) I got the struggle with drugs..!
Ain't even 20 + 1..!
I need some money for guns..!
Come give your buddy a hug..!
(L-L-L-) Life is a blast..!
You didn't know whatcho' doin'..!
Before your life get ruin!
Before your life get ruin!
If you don't got a skill, shut the f*ck up
If you don't got a trade, shut the hell up
If you don't got a skill, shut the f*ck up
If you don't got a trade, shut the hell up

[Verse 2: MKULTRA]
(Ooh..! I guess it's my turn!)
(Let's do this!)
(Spider Gang)
Be the freak you were born to be
Just don't follow me
That sweet little flies, you fleas!
That b*tch is tryna swallow me
Feel heat from this light I excrete
My phraseology
Sing past the blade of me
Poppin' out the pus*y like a chrysalis (Yeah!)
It's so intimate, I got you listening
I got you listen, you can do the sh*t you witnessing' (What)
From what I got my name insemination
More important than the fake sh*t that you chasin'
All the clout was fake, the real ones stay the same
So live in the present, don't let this moment go to waste
f*ck the hate from those who stuck inside the game
Who don't even realize this is a simulation
Ayy

[Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Stomp a n*gga like a maggot, he can't stop me up
This b*tch wanna top me up because he is a faggot, huh?
(I-I-)
If you drinkin' baby blood then n*gga, put your glasses up
n*ggas get accused of sh*t and then n*ggas just past the buck
And if you try to call him out, mental illness club
Is you blind or dumb, I do this rap for fun
See I don't gotta rhyme cause if a n*gga ever try me, I might leave him paralyzed
Pick a n*gga up and drop him on his neck for disrespect
And throw the body in the basement when cops do a wellness check
Ain't no safety on this Glock like the, Chargers with ten players
Smokin' so much kush, it's f*ckin' up the ozone layer
The mic in my hand a dangerous weapon, this an ugly truth
Like fentanyl pressed percies and white xans
Rest in piece, Juice
It's no wonder motherf*ckers be sayin' that Christ got screws loose
Before I hang with you n*ggas, I'll free myself from my own noose
I-I-I put too much pressure on these puny MCs
So much pressure in my blunt these little n*ggas can't breathe
Money spread through my crew, like a f*ckin' disease
I'm 'bout to put down my Glock and teach a n*gga to read

[Skit: BRUHMANEGOD & CXRPSE]
Ayy, CXPRSE
What?
I had a run-in with this group of ruffians around the way
What the hell is going on around here, CXRPSE?
I'on even know
There's some group called Spider Gang or somethin'
Now, what in the hell is a Spider Gang?
A god damn group of delinquents the rabble-rouser bandits
That sounds like a load of horse sh*t to me CXRPSE
C-come on Bruhmane

[Outro: BRUHMANEGOD]
This-This product was brought to you by the society for the humane treatment of spider genitalia
Remember kids, always drink Coca Cola, and always eat McDonald's

[Part III]

[Intro: BLCKK]
(Somebody-)
(I could've sworn-)
(Somebody needs to be held accountable-)
(I could've sworn- somebody say someth-)
(One of y'all need to be held accountable)
(Nobody but me but somebody needs to be held accountable)
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Spider Gang!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, YEAHHH!!)

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
Hang a motherf*cker, lit a motherf*cker up (Yeah)
Kill the f*ckin' bottle, take your b*tch until it not one (Yeah!)
I know where he at, I call the Uber and I shot one
The Uber driver is gonna be fine
He's okay, I-I promise
(Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
This boy don't care about his life, he wanna f*ck wit' us (Yeah!)
He tryna sleep inside the dirt, this pus*y f*ck wit' us (Yeah!)
I'm takin' sh*t, I f*cking hate you
And it's my fault you hate yourself because you f*ckin' hate- (Yeah!)
And I put a blick around his neck, he better learn to swim
You f*cking wish I paid attention, ho you f*cking can
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-
Spider Gang!

[Verse 2: mesq]
Spider Gang, (Bwah) eternal
f*ck n*gga
I'ma battle in the alley like what's up n*gga?
Is he ready to battle, let's all be gone, n*gga
I be telling you n*ggas you got the wrong n*gga
I ain't fallin' for the laws of prison
He's the one who's talking and made the decisions
Never lookin' back, I'm waking up from the back
Might shoot (Shoot!)
What was I supposed to go through?
Gospel (-Spel!)
What is in it for you?
Might shoot (Shoot!)
What was I supposed to go through?
Gospel (-Spel!)
What is in it for you?

[Verse 3: JOHNNASCUS]
Lie like a fox
Dress a f*cking whore
Yuh, yuh, come on!
I don't know, I don't know
Make any rap music anymore
I don't, anymore!
f*ck it (Yuh, let's go!)
f*ck IT, f*ck IT, f*ck IT, f*ck IT
f*ck IT, f*ck IT!
You gotta make, rap music
(New Album When?)
Drown, muhf*cka
Drown, n*gga, drown
Drown motherf*cker
This is Spider Gang
YUH, YO, YUH, YUH
YUH, YUH, YUH, YUH, YUH, motherf*ck-
YUHHHH!
Put his ass to kill him through the throat
Kill his ass in the grave to the grow
Was there something to make from me?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
YEAHHH (Shot the motherf*cka)
YEAHHH
YOOOOOOOO!
YOOOOOOOO!
YOOOOOOOO!
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
It's pain
I'm in pain
I'm in the brain

[Part IV]

[Intro: Lil Darkie]
(Okay so, I was gonna hit that beat that you just heard
But JOHNNASCUS destroyed it
f*ck I'ma do after that?)
(Hhhhuuuuuuuhhh..)
(Yuh!)
(Uh, uh, uh!)

[Verse: Lil Darkie]
Try to fight
I been moving with my spiders by the light of night
We can wrap around you n*ggas like we ride a bike
Or roll 'em while you rollin' wit' some n*ggas that all caught a mic
Get'cho back when you in trouble
Everybody on the planet, stacked inside a bubble!
They don't care about you, do exactly what they wanted
We gon' make another big bad track!
In on the double double b*tch-
Can I get a Spider Gang? (Spider Gang!)
That's right
And we don't give a f*ck about what you think cool
Don't let anyone tell you what to do (Uh)
This car smell like Arino Casino
Tell them n*ggas get lost like Nemo (Huh!)
I been off a Quaalude, never off a beano (Huh!)
I wanna be happy, that don't mean gettin' on cinos
(C-Cinos c-cinos c-cinos-)
(Yuh!) Gotta slip some fun in (Yuh!)
I be wit' my n*ggas, we up in the ground runnin' on a b*tch (Bi-Bi-B-Bi-)
No time to wallow (Yuh!)
Get the f*ck up!
Hit licks and never follow
And if she suckin' on my di*k 'til I nut then she better swallow-wallow

[Outro: Lil Darkie]
(Yuh!)
(Uh, uh, uh,)
(Yuh!)
(Uh, uh, uh,)
(Spider Gang!!)
(Yuh-yuh!!)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,)