OBLITERATE lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Holy Guacamole, Noah
f*ck you Noah! (Yeah, yuh, yuh)

[Verse: I-Stein]
Gashes on my skin, Poison Ivy f*ckin burns
Smokin' out that tin, in that (?) while we turnt
c*cky little b*tch sucking di*k, she’ll never learn
di*k up in her bra, in her pus*y on my shirt (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm gassed, I do not like the way you talk
Breaking bones and breaking (?)
Skating tracks in overalls
Stomping pigs until I fall
Scratchin' di*k is scratchin’ balls
Snortin' lines of Adderall
di*k up in her pus*y, top, (?)
That b*tch smells like Brocolli
She suck my di*k properly
Make that b*tch my b*tch in her walls on my property
Cash out, like Monopoly
f*ck your ideology
Copy like a copycat, you some I-Stеin wannabe's

[Verse: EDDISON]
I grab the choppa, I do not call police
Pull up with this stick, I makе him sing just like some R&B
I'm f*ckin' on yo' b*tch, I asked that b*tch to suck up on my D
Once I get it, then I got it, make him Rest in Peace
Spin a n*gga block, I spin his block like some Monopoly
You a whore, I pull up, start kickin' in your door, lil' whore
Pop a stick and then start sitting on the floor, lil’ whore
I cut sh*t up, like don’t be shy, put some more, put some more
I got 4 bands, imma f*ck yo' colon
Big ass whip, it’s stolen
Pull up like it frozen, b*tch
Pull up, b*tch, like go in
Pull up, I might go in, b*tch
I don't got no lean no more, you pulled up once I pulled it, b*tch
[Verse: I-Stein]
Pulled it, yeah I f*cking pulled that sh*t, uh
Stogie in his mouth, and he higher than a frog
I don't wanna talk, dat that b*tch got me (?)
I got the bar (yeah, huh, yeah uh)
Pull up with my bro
Pull up wit' his nose
(?) on bro
(?) like the bro’s
I can f*ck you (?)
I don't got no (?)
I said you should (?)
Get on your kn-knees right hoe
I don't wanna talk, cause she been f*cking p*ssin' me
Little b*tch boy, wanna talk?
sh*t I'm gon' send him to the opps
Man that sh*t is not that hard, all you mofo's rap out cars
Just don't cry to your ma-ma when when I leave you f*cking sore
Yeah, this the way I wanna live so get the f*ck up out of my face
Celery, so much smokin', I'll leave you f*ckin' in yo' place
Sittin' all these flows on my bros, it's a masquerade
Where's my f*ckin' money that my music gonna generate?
Oh? You like that culture? Guess you gonna go appropriate
Oh, I punch you in yo' mouth, that Medicaid won't medicate
Yeah, I'm on the beat, and my flow it gonna incinerate
And if you gon' f*ck with me, I'm gon' f*ckin obliterate (sh*t)