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UMUTOT
by Carter Tondo
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Aye!
Ayo-e
(Let them motherfuckers know who we is)
(Give 'em some shit to chew on!)
Yuh, yuh, yuh
(Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-gang)
Ayo, $KUNK SCHWANG ($KUNK SCHWANG)
Z-Gang (Z-Gang)
Zru Crew baby!
Uh, chinkys really wanna roll with this shit
Windows tinted so they won't be acquainted with Mister
Jimmy Jones in the vehicle you know that I whip
Some cream, a little green, and the finest of bitches
Just a couple of beans from Robotnik's machine
With a side bowl of rice, ZG the cleanest cuisine like (What the fuck?)
Always rowdy and rebel
I never mix any of the shit on these damn instrumentals
Motherfuckers always actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is needed for seein'
Nails never coated in gloss, I ain't a fag
I'm a fuckin' chink, yah! (What the fuck?)
(You can't do that, you can't say things like that!)
Do I look like I give a shit?
I got IBS and we ain't goin' for Yale
More sped than that cracker on air, Earl Nightingale
A simple, positive, undeniable fact
Haha, $KUNKy, pass that shit over dawg, c'mon like
Pass that shit, c'mon
I got the dyke-ys lickin' up on me, she drippy like ice cream
We get that Sonic pop, green b-gum eyed, shoutout DATACHI (DATACHI)
You got change for a twenty? Oh and maybe the Lay's please
(One, two, one two three)
(You want somethin'?)
$KUNK SCHWANG, Z-Gang, I'ma let you fuckers know ($KUNK SCHWANG, Z-Gang)
Short chink, big shoes, cute slant for a nose
These motherfuckers actin' chilly like they was made from the snow
I'm the Revenant bitch, y'all just a page in my book, Dinky
(Kill all sheep!)
Sixy bimbos on shelf
Don't think to fuck with crew and Z, you'd make a fool of yourself
For the chinkys askin' what the $KUNK-y boys up to now
I'm pullin' bitches even younger than the state will allow
Shit goin' harder than your bitches temptation to cheat
Or than that cracker Quentin T. after he seein' the feets
Marijuana for us merry lil' fuckers like we
(Shirts that's polos and Dickies, drip like the faucet is leaking)
Man, this plant got me tweaking, Cathcart's beats got 'em sleeping
Number one, fuck Olivia, is where album is peaking (I'm fuckin' snoozin' on this shit)
Chinks 'round here call me chessboard, only see shit black and white
Y'all fuckin' pawns sacrifice, don't get mad when we bite
Yuh!
Yo, you heard 'bout the new guy?
Yeah, uh, some shit like that
Yeah, dumbass name
I don't fuck, I don't fuckin' know who gave him that shit like
I feel bad for the guy
I don't know, I just, I just thought you uh
You'd want to say hi or some shit
I don't know
He's seems pretty chill, like
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you man
What's his name?
Aye!
Ayo-e
(Let them motherfuckers know who we is)
(Give 'em some shit to chew on!)
Yuh, yuh, yuh
(Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-gang)
Ayo, $KUNK SCHWANG ($KUNK SCHWANG)
Z-Gang (Z-Gang)
Zru Crew baby!
Uh, chinkys really wanna roll with this shit
Windows tinted so they won't be acquainted with Mister
Jimmy Jones in the vehicle you know that I whip
Some cream, a little green, and the finest of bitches
Just a couple of beans from Robotnik's machine
With a side bowl of rice, ZG the cleanest cuisine like (What the fuck?)
Always rowdy and rebel
I never mix any of the shit on these damn instrumentals
Motherfuckers always actin' like they chill like my neck
But these "snowmen" swag some dumb shit like the crew-sweater-neck
Chinks could be blinded by the floss so specs is needed for seein'
Nails never coated in gloss, I ain't a fag
I'm a fuckin' chink, yah! (What the fuck?)
(You can't do that, you can't say things like that!)
Do I look like I give a shit?
I got IBS and we ain't goin' for Yale
More sped than that cracker on air, Earl Nightingale
A simple, positive, undeniable fact
Haha, $KUNKy, pass that shit over dawg, c'mon like
Pass that shit, c'mon
I got the dyke-ys lickin' up on me, she drippy like ice cream
We get that Sonic pop, green b-gum eyed, shoutout DATACHI (DATACHI)
You got change for a twenty? Oh and maybe the Lay's please
(One, two, one two three)
(You want somethin'?)
$KUNK SCHWANG, Z-Gang, I'ma let you fuckers know ($KUNK SCHWANG, Z-Gang)
Short chink, big shoes, cute slant for a nose
These motherfuckers actin' chilly like they was made from the snow
I'm the Revenant bitch, y'all just a page in my book, Dinky
(Kill all sheep!)
Sixy bimbos on shelf
Don't think to fuck with crew and Z, you'd make a fool of yourself
For the chinkys askin' what the $KUNK-y boys up to now
I'm pullin' bitches even younger than the state will allow
Shit goin' harder than your bitches temptation to cheat
Or than that cracker Quentin T. after he seein' the feets
Marijuana for us merry lil' fuckers like we
(Shirts that's polos and Dickies, drip like the faucet is leaking)
Man, this plant got me tweaking, Cathcart's beats got 'em sleeping
Number one, fuck Olivia, is where album is peaking (I'm fuckin' snoozin' on this shit)
Chinks 'round here call me chessboard, only see shit black and white
Y'all fuckin' pawns sacrifice, don't get mad when we bite
Yuh!
Yo, you heard 'bout the new guy?
Yeah, uh, some shit like that
Yeah, dumbass name
I don't fuck, I don't fuckin' know who gave him that shit like
I feel bad for the guy
I don't know, I just, I just thought you uh
You'd want to say hi or some shit
I don't know
He's seems pretty chill, like
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you man
What's his name?