Hey Craig made this one
Shut the fuck up no you didn't
Get the fuck outta the booth I gotta record this shit
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Let's get this shit, aye
Let's get this shit, aye
Yung Gargamel going in on this shit
Gunkman going so hard had to spit
Bejalvin going hard on the track
Gunkman going so hard when he raps
I hit a thick lick with my clique
Spit shit so lit the gun goes click click click
I'm going click clack with the gat on the fat trap track
Made a stack, throw it back, hit the sack (honk-shoo)
You are now being graced by the infamous
Yung Gargamel
AKA Gunkman
AKA Chipmunk 002
AKA
I'm evil, motherfucker
I'll swallow your soul
I'll swallow your soul
I'll swallow your soul
I'll swallow your soul
I'll swallow your soul
I'll swallow your soul
Swallow this
Yo what's up, it's Gunkman
We're halfway through the record now
We're 'bout to drop the hardest verse on this side of the record
You're not ready for these bars
I'm 'bout to go in
One, two, yah
This song is the middle, I'll give you a riddle
If you take two apples from a group of three apples
Then how many apples are left?
One
I think (Craig)
We are Bejalvin this is our new album
Yes we are best friends, he's the Hobbes to my Calvin
Pull up to the function, we always on something
A beat or a vibe, not nothing (let's go)
I do not curse, I put God up there first
I go in on the verse then pull up in a
Yo what the fuck?
Aye yo Craig I'm not done yet, fade that shit back in (aye)
I don't know what lean is
I slipped on my penis
And then I said uh-oh it slipped in my butthole
I'm basically dead cuz I'm not getting bread and I
Fuck this shit
I wasn't done going in on that shit, fuck
I guess this side of the record's over now
If you got this shit on vinyl, flip that shit over
If you don't got this shit on vinyl that makes a lot more sense
Cuz we never pressed this shit
I don't give a fuck
Aye, aye, aye, yah, woo