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prodfuchsia - green vs mean lyrics

[verse 1: green]
paint the walls with a b+tch but it ain’t with me
heard you talking real tough, hope you ate yo greens
cause i came up out the ground like a vegetable do
and in my section, i stay fresher than the sh+t you produce
and if i ever caught your mother, father, sister, and you
i’d sum your whole family up and then i’d split y’all in 2, (median!)
cause we ain’t got a single common factor, i’m just simply so dapper
turn you to statistics, i deviate from all standards
i’m at the 100th percentile, you ain’t close to me
you some nonsense on a paper, you must be smoking trees
my green is where it’s supposed to be, your green is in my grocery
my d+ck is like iπ, it’s all about the over e
you so average
far below my range, i’m running this whole domain, but you way out of my bracket
i really spray you, b+tch, you better move it
or i’ll turn you into compost like the green revolution

[verse 2: mean]
for someone relegated primarily as a secondary color
it’s strange you had the b+lls to speak up first
but if this head of broccoli wants to be bitter
then i’ll leave green like trees during the winter
shiiiiiit, callin’ me nonsense, you really out here lyin’
cause i heard that green’s the average of yellow and cyan
matter fact, every single color in your sight is
only the mean of 2 different colors multiplyin’
shiiiiiit, i keep finance running like you never did
set precedence far beyond your dead presidents
so what you battling for? ima keep it 3 stacks
we don’t need more frogs in frb, you f+cking gr+++++++
(audience gasping)
and also, i ran the numbers
you better hit the road with me, getting bulldozed through by infrastructure
cause your chances here average out to be zero
like you do to traffic, i could really make green go
[verse 3: green]
b+tch, i’m a martian, up the ray on your little dome
they’ll learn about you in the new william johnson video
but they already learned about your ass in the 6th
to only use you in the worst branch of math and that’s it
blow me, i bring the most heat, my bars where the mode be
you might as well go green cause you ain’t want no beef
the grass ain’t all too green for you, and i know that you’re tired
of seeing me skew this battle in my favor, no outlier

[verse 4: mean]
thinking you’re aesthetic, man, you dreamin’ and sh+t
f+ck st. patrick’s day, i think green needs to be pinched
even at your most significant, you’re just so f+cking flat
be for real, brat was great but the cover’s not all that
you don’t look good on anything, especially not on any clothes
compared to every other color, you really a vegetable
the biggest f+ggot on the rainbow said what they said, so
i had to crush and spread green on the floor like some pesto

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