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mission infect - back up lyrics

[intro: lo key]
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up,)
y’all don’t really wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up,)
bring it to the streets if you wanna do it

[verse 1: lo key]
yo, mister, mister f+ck it
i’ma tell ’em how it really is
the only real blood you seeing’s from your period (ooh)
i’m getting sick of all these insecure overweight kids
dropping diss tracks, fronting like they actually spit
everybody saying “lo key just crush this motherf+cker”
but f+ck it, i’ma continue to run this motherf+cker
if you ever thought for one second sicktanick’s sick
you need to reevaluate your taste in music kid
yo faucet+face, why you crying like a b+tch?
i think you need to man up and give your style a switch (huh)
first off, i’m twenty+two, not twenty+three (yeah)
whoever gavе you your info is a f+a+g
in response to your physical threats
i got ninеs, automatics, c4, and real tech’s (huh)
real weaponry, keep playing with your little knives
come play with 7th seal, come play with your life
[chorus: lo key]
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
y’all don’t really wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up)
bring it to the streets if you wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
y’all don’t really wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, yeah, yeah)
bring it to the streets if you wanna do it

[verse 2: lo key]
you make a living talkin’ ’bout k!lling, busting lips
call yourself a pimp, but you never even f+cked a b+tch
i don’t need no info on you from the grapevine
see, i rap tight, it kinda sorta like your waistline (yeah, ooh)
fat b+tch, you need to start dieting
you’re gonna need to run away when we start rioting
you say “f+ck the infection” like you’re rolling with the medicine
but everybody who heard you said “not him again”
i’m ripping at your skin again
listen man, you wanna win
it’s understandable but when it comes to music i am a gem
it’s indisputable, the musical equivalent of jack nicholson
to the horror scene you f+cking live in
the house 2 is nothing less than a horror classic
but y’all disregard the sh+t, horrorcore fascists (what)
i ain’t afraid to say it, f+ck it
y’all a bunch of tranny blood+covered f+ggots
digging for the sk!lls you f+cking lacking (f+cking lacking)
[chorus: lo key]
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
y’all don’t really wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
bring it to the streets if you wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
y’all don’t really wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, yeah, yeah)
bring it to the streets if you wanna do it

[verse 3: lo key]
check it, yo
you can’t match it like a chainsmoker in the rain
f+ck it, you out of luck, ’cause in the streets i tatter your frame mane
i hope you’re ready for the real horror story
shank to your ribcage, show you how we really gory
giving out my phone number, oh, you must be a snitch
n0body even called, oh, you must be a b+tch
no sickles, no chainsaws, no axe
you just bought a f+cking beatdown, no tax
no love for you motherf+ckers feeling satan
you a motherf+cking q strange imitation
you a motherf+cking sutter cane imitation
talkin’ ’bout i’m unoriginal, f+cking save it
watch your mouth p+ssy, i got people all around you
infiltrate your operation then we f+cking clown you
i shoulda crushed you the minute that your mouth opened
now it’s time to send off the soldier, let ’em download it (let ’em download it)
[chorus: lo key]
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
y’all don’t really wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
bring it to the streets if you wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
y’all don’t really wanna do it
back up (back up, back up, back up, yeah, yeah)
bring it to the streets if you wanna do it

[outro: lo key]
aye yo, didn’t i tell the fat piece of sh+t to come back with some heat? didn’t i tell you to sit down, write your lyrics, get your flow together, try to keep it on beat? and look what you come back with. a whole song talking about how you wanna f+ck lo key. then again, what you expect from a fat little pillsbury dough boy who wears eyeliner? hahahahahahahahaha

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