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xxxtoyotaprius – mc cringehammer lyrics

(verse 1: xxxtoyotaprius)

ella left you cause you couldn’t impress her
quit cow cause you couldn’t handle the pressure
i know you’re a bit slow, so here’s a quick refresher
i’m the king of school of rock, you’re just the jester

death grips merch in the closet but no clout on your person
your jokes make no sense, might as well be speaking persian
think you’re bob weir but you’re just playin inversions
it’s no wonder every female to you has an aversion

simping for alyssa in the (max) group chat
hair so lame you need to invest in a hat
signed up for stem but it turns out that you couldn’t handle that
so dumb you should go back to reading cat in the hat

i’d already done four shows by the time of your arrival
watch anthony fantano, you revere him like the bible
listenin to jam bands, probably cry to revival
look like squidward’s rival, now you’re fighting for survival

got yes on vinyl and you think that makes you great
but you been copying my style since 1968
quit the hate, i shoulda thrown you outta create
now here’s stykki on the track, time to seal your fate

(verse 2: stykki syyx)

k!ll you, mr. dungan, and i ain’t talkin’ physical
with every syllable your life’s gonna need a miracle
i’ll eat you up like a cinnamon roll
you’re a citizen on the criminal role
you’re a cereal bowl (oh!)
i don’t even know what that means, but it sounds pivotal
you’re typical, my style is invincible
i’m so frickin lyrical, you’re not max you’re the minimum
i’m serious, you’re delirious
you would think that this isn’t pitiful

(verse 3: xxxtoyotaprius)

theatre kid, theatre kid, lookin’ like a newsie
guitar tone bluesy, too bad no girl will choose ye
i guess beggars can’t be choosy, i’m hot like a jacuzzi
you wanna be jp so you copy the views he has
speaking of the lad, here’s jp on the track here to add some pizzazz

(verse 4: basedmaster+general)

max dungan, no fun+gan, bip bap boop beep bo bun+gan
i’ll bet you can’t even p++p standing up
if max dungan was abraham lincoln, he’d be like
four score and seven years ago, i’m stupid and dumb
he be playin in my band like his name’s jerry garcia
why are you still playing guitar, bro are you from pangaea?
basedmaster+general out here spittin’ large
max dungan over there like “i just wasn’t made for these times”
it’s the chorus, everybody sing now!
max dungan, mo bun+gan, bip bap boop bo bun+gan, no fun+gan, sun+gan sun+gan big bip bo bap bop bo bun+gan, max dungan!

(verse 5: sir dingus)

this track ain’t over yet, got a feeling in my gut
hold your tears in and keep your mouth shut
max is 16 and you still have braces?
when the hoes see them t++th they scream cause they shaken
that was pretty mean, i should cut you some slack
sike! you know you’ll never play keys as well as jack
back in black, i hit the sack
got nothin left to say except your rhymes are wack

(outro: stykki syyx)

[unintelligible screeching]

- xxxtoyotaprius lyrics

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