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toytj empire - 15 anthem lyrics

[intro: luek!]
we made this whole entire ep, album, whatever you wanna call it, in 15 minutes
i’m not lying
one, two, three, let’s go

[verse 1: grahp]
yeah that’s party room 3, not a storage sp+ce
afton type beat the way i pull up in the orchid plaids
i sold my soul to noon tea and to orangeade
keep a tight team, close the circle off from foreign trade
keep it interstate, like the luek ep
when i receive the beat, i burn the track alive like i’m eva peace
popping bfbs, it’s just monkey business
they ain’t even speaking, why they tryna witness?
if i see any lurker i put them in the gutter
beating up burglars sick of those money hunters
eating a burger with no honey mustard
eating a burger with no honey mustard
eating a burger with no honey mustard
eating a burger with no honey mustard
eating a burger with no honey mustard
eating a burger with no honey mustard

[verse 2: schlard]
yeah i’m bangin’ your mom, i’m from duke cuz i nuke ’em
didn’t get kicked off the song cuz you know that i’d juke ‘em
post the prayer like leon yeah the lurkers i spook ’em
wobblegong like the don yeah you know that i smooch ’em
got the blundy c+cked, getting boxed
i ain’t dead, no i’m knocked
cook ’em up like i’m ock
rook and crab the way i walk
all these lurkers never talk
think they’re us they’ve never slopped
never thought and they just flocked
post a thug and i get mocked
yeah i hit that niddy griddy
not a long one just a quickie
from the suburbs to the city
for a 100 years like mickey
i get jalapeño business
i’m a gift here like christmas
after eating up the beat i’m asking for forgiveness
[verse 3: toytj]
you catch a case, i finna pack you in the studio
15 minutes, kid you know that i’m the ceo
you switch it up and then you get hit with the sloppy joe
i’m on your song, that ain’t a feature, that’s a cameo
hidden bangers, keep it in the vault like understand cover
i’m the future, 3005 just like i’m donald glover
k!llin’ rappers, hit you with the beat switch, then you can’t recover
isaacwhy, rippin’ off the mask and look what i discovered
i got the sauce and this song fire like it’s barbecue
it’s 3am and we still kicking it in vc2
i beat you twice and then you think you got deja vu
all your bars the same like can you please come up with something new
ayo bupr, why you always gotta smell like cheese?
i’m making millions every day, you still on abc’s
bless you, you incoherent, thought you was the talking sneeze
now what you watching, orangeade? nah ain’t no way, like please!

[verse 4: bupr]
smacking all these grannies, they got fannies, and i don’t push out
mommies got these hammies, my hands clammy, make me wanna shout
laminator, haminator, i don’t give a daminator
yodelnator, holdenator, doofy cooking all this haters
i’m packing it on the beat, i don’t need no cheat sheet
putin yo granny in heat, and i eat her like a lean meat
himmothy here, and let me be clear
i support joe mama even though her life is coming near
november 11th, 2025
get the ops together, strap in the calvin klein
preparations are ready, bouta put her in line
load it up, pull it back, and shoot her with the nine (just kidding!)
the tragic date, finna be some gore
you just joined server4? let me teach you the lore
it was pretty lit then lurkers came in and made it such a bore
call me edgar allan poe, oh my sweetest “lenore”
[verse 5: cypherr]
i woke up this morning and then i was feeling so strange
my hair was all frizzy, and my guts were being rearranged
i looked in the mirror, and what did i see?
a goofy+looking cypher staring back at me
you will not be messing with me, be prepared you better be
i hit ’em on the celly and then say its up at 12:03
you pull up with the schlock on the block on the 7th street
i hit you with a rock in my sock call me later dweeb
she didn’t want my peter and then now i’m at my lois
grand slam, solar system, i need you to show us
listen to these bars lil bro you better focus
we’re keeping it pg, don’t doubt we don’t cuss
bye and bye, through and through, how do i get through to you
nate can’t write his bars, bro needs some peer review
i’m so hungry man i could go for some cordon bleu
my nose being runny i need someone to pass the tissue

[outro: cypherr]
help, help me
help, please someone please help me
help me, please, please help me, help me

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