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runaway slave – f.r.g. lyrics

[intro: naijablack, yung spicy & chase p]

“rache gang p–poo”
yea you tell ’em chase
“drgn dave p–poo”
yea man, younahmsayin?
“suck your mum”
yeah suck your mom b-tch -ss n-gga
(inaudible scream)

yea all ya’ll in rache gang thought we wasn’t gonna do this
ya’ll thought your bars sound super -ss hard
dylan you a b-tch
nate you a b-tch
david you ain’t even black get the f-ck off this–
get the f-ck off the tracks
all ya’ll b-tches, all ya’ll b-tches

[verse 1: naijablack]

yea, f-ck rache gang, all ya n-ggas went and f-cked up the game
heard your weak sh-t don’t know what you’re sayin
you thought it was hot, i thought you was playin

ya see me i’m cut tight a young n-gga faded
you wanna talk sh-t and you wanna throw shade and
i don’t you grindin so don’t even say sh-t
i can’t be degraded and i won’t be persuaded

hmm, was that too fast david?
well lemme slow it down to how you’d say it
rache gaaaang are a bunch of dumb b-tches who are boutta get broken faces
liftoff bruh i respected you, until stiffed your crew on the revenue
made trashy songs to get better views
would it k!ll ya’ll to put in some effort too?
and david i don’t even want to get to you
the black community rejected you
playing dragonvale, that’s why katie bailed
you even said last week i was better than you

hmm
but i guess it don’t matter
i’ll fry you nice and whip you up like batter
just know you’ll all get shattered
and the world will know that you’re sh-tty -ss rappers
beef stew bro you’re the laziest
n-gga you be staying on shady sh-t
can’t write 5 lyrics for 5 sec appearance
so you take them yush, like your baby sis?
ohhhh, yes honey
you know i’m talking bout you yush money
kristine made you go lovey dovey
but you went and ran away when steven got fussy

ooooh wait did i go to far?, b-tch just know that sh-t wasn’t even hard
don’t pause now we ain’t even start, we not done playing so b-tch hold your cards
we gon strike you down you done let down your guard
rache gang sucks and they have no bars
your bars are sh-t and beats are farts
and every time david spits it f-cking breaks my heart

nate
it’s amazing how crazy wasted and basic your lines sound when you say them
destroy your group and your playlist, you’re just a dumb washed up racist
and i really just can’t take this
cuz you and rache gang are the poster children for all this fake sh-t
425 comin eastbound, naijablack is the free sound
all yall know deep down that we the kings and we just renounced
i saw the scoreboard i see now that we might need to get recount
and ellie check my stats cuz you know your boy gets h-lla rebounds

yea ellie i made this real f-ckin easy for you cuz i know you like to record sh-t. so you know what? this sh-t’s already recorded for you play it back for your friends
baljeet i’m off this sh-t, so over it, so you just, just come on man i ain’t tryna do this sh-t

[verse 2: baljeet from tech support]

don’t you hate when a b-tch think they can spit
yush money at my crib you chokin on my d-ck
your tracks are a joke, your soundcloud’s a brick
dylan tryna body but he thin as a stick
first up david got washed like haiti
you think you got kaite, r-t-rded you crazy
you think she your lady but you act like you 80
now matthew at her crib, calling her baby

i eat -ss and i write my own lyrics
steven got a ghost writer cookin up critics
you look at our bars, you copy, you mimic
you think we don’t see it? b-tch you satyric
yush money tiny, your rhymes ain’t spicy
you f-ck steve’s sister you grimey you slimey
my d-ck don’t work but it’s harder than your verses
you try to diss you look like a circus

drgn dave? more like drgn g-y
the bedpost did you like sasha grey
ripped your -ss back in second grade
now you need st-tches, maybe a band aid
take two weeks to write your verses
get on our level freestyle no rehe-rs-s
steven take a seat just stop charades
step up the track your verses are aids

dylan went to hoco but you got no date
stay getting curved might as well be g-y
you think you smooth, you think can slay
but you keep trying and you keep getting played

[verse 3: chim p]
rache gang ain’t readyyyy
chim p with the gang, and we coming with the heat
never take no l’s, all we do is thrive and then we eat
we elite, you bouta witness rache gangs defeat
lemme take you 1 by 1, our revenge will be so sweet

n8 you a thot, diss chim p, better not
manny paquiao -ss to sp-ce, so i call you astronaut
you be sounding monotone, like a robot, its disgusting
i be blushing cause your girl is on my d-ck and i be thrusting

what does chim p eat for lunch, beef stew that’s a fact
how are you the best rapper in your group, when you’re whack
im exposing, and you better hide your face up in a mask
throwback, no justice, derek beat you to his ask

next up, on your team, yush-money, watch me gleam
you may be j-panese, but you really ain’t supreme
you’re irrelevant, like an anime you’re just a filler
sayonara bud, yea it looks like i just f-cking k!lled ya

drgn dave, tell me how you get the bullsh-t you be saying
chocolate rain, feel the pain, you don’t know the game your playing
all verses and your flows are just examples of a fail
hold tight, sit back, and just stick to dragon vale

liftoff better takeoff when my heat blows up the game
taking l’s on the daily even have one in your name
f-ck your views, f-ck your likes, this ain’t really bout the fame
we just wanna show the people that we better than your gang

ayy
rache gang, rache gang, when you hear us on the track don’t salty don’t rash
ayy
rache gang, rache gang, endgame, checkmate, five guys in the trash

[snippet from drgn dave let’s play]

so i started a new character. i-i already have a few other characters, but um, thought i’d just make a new one, just for guys. yea so, jedi counselor, pretty fun, i think. i dunno….first time

[verse 4: yung spicy]

hi kids! you like violence? imma shoot a nut, just a spy kids
your flow, that’s expiring, your music uninspiring
sh-tty mcsh-tty, so sh-tty a mcpick 2 couldn’t save you b-tch
your petty songs make me pity, stop ya’ll dreaming you won’t be rich

f-ck it i’ll spin this flow around, i’ll make your two moms need an ultrasound
f-ck it i’ll kick this door, there’s your girl, ha, hoedown
who invited this predator? what? you’re an editor?
jb beats? never heard of that. i’ll roast you so hard you’ll need a prayer mat

what couldn’t drop some bars? oh yea you’re a p-ssy cat. a war is coming? d-mn, i’m coming, can’t wait to see in ten years bumming
don’t fret, i’ll spare some change, maybe a penny, take you out to the golf range, break your ankles, mid-range, think you got a future? deranged

naijablack. gotta be thinking how truly fast can we roast this trash?
i bet if you taped your mouths together, you still couldn’t rap this fast. maybe you’re thinking you’re better but f-ck it, you just got outcl-ssed. hold up lemme drop it on you, see if you can outlast

i’m superhuman i’m super mario, sit on your flow and you look like rosario. c-ck go high on my thigh good fly, smash bros style i’ll make you die
1v1 me i don’t care, although i don’t think that’d be fair
your special ability needs repair, at least i can afford health care
you think you’re pretty, flexing? well your sh-tty ethics, need testing
while your fixing life, i’ll be at your moms house, nesting
don’t cry cause i’m unbeatable, you’ve got aids and it’s untreatable
i am the greatest. you know logic? probably cause i got him famous

googly goo you smell like the p–poo, you just like a group coup
i dunno, can’t get anyone else to follow your back well, you can’t even rap. ellie get off the godd-mn track you make me wanna snap my back. why you gotta be calling my name on the track, you’re not my dad, noodlehead you’re wack

talking about my girl and sh-t, like honey, where’s yours? facts

[verse 5: mc j johnny]

i’ve got c-mstains with better bars than you
the antic-p-tion of your diss made my b-lls so blue
we got ice so white, it looks like you
dont touch these slaves if i see your face, imma beat it up

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