Nah, We Ain’t Cool

[Intro: Whipstick]
Hey, it's me, Mr. 8 Legz, I'm international renowned
Ha ha, shut up
And I'm a glorious superstar *cough*
Yeah?
Fucking Whip, why did you call me over here?
Well, I got a lot to go over with y-
And why does it taste like two day old cigarettes?
Like, you don't even smoke, dude
Well, if you'd give me a chance, I'd explain it! Listen!

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
I'm the master of the masochists masquerading in blasphemy
The master of the universe, a Baphomet actually
Snatch you off the planеt like I had planned it with maxim weed
Make it look еffortless, hot-ass bitch, smack some cheek
And actions speak louder than words
And Majik Duce pack the deuce deuce to splatter you nerds
You're shattered with verbs absurd, off the planet it turns
Take a long look in the mirror, your faggot it burns
You got the feminine piss trickle, your dick's little
Doin' what you can go get backstage, buffin' Rick's pickle
Better pack a bag with a workin' rape whistle
Can of Mace in that damn thing with like eight tissues (Fag)
'Cause we ain't simple, bangin' out like ape cymbals
Fun Time Gang affiliates will straight break you too
Anywhere, any time, for anything or anyone
With a Super Soaker cocked and broken, a loaded gun (Pew pew)

[Chorus: Majik Duce]
Walk in the room and just call me a fool
Who the fuck you think I'm is? Nah, we ain't cool
Fun Time Gang, this is all that we do
Get your hand out my face, bitch, nah, we ain't cool
Nah, we ain't cool
Nah, we ain't, nah, nah we ain't cool
Fun Time Gang, this is all that we do
Get your hand out my face, bitch, nah, we ain't cool

[Verse 2: Majik Duce]
You're a manifestation of a punchline
And my words flowin' like a mudslide
But I ain't fuckin' with no one time
I can make you ponder your existence with just one rhyme
I was watchin' Yo! MTV Raps when I was seven
Middle school, wrote my first rap at eleven
High school came and went, I was sicker with the penmanship
Micky Raw taught a young motherfucker how to pimp a bitch
Now I'm grown, and they tell me act like an adult
They're too preoccupied with what I do and throwin' salt
It ain't my fault my mama drank when I was in the womb
Sit in solitude and barricade myself inside my room
Actin' impulsively, I don't think this shit through
Rationalize and make my strong point, I'm a fool
And you are too if you follow me, I'll misdirect you
Tell you retribution is the answer if they disrespect you

[Chorus: Majik Duce]
Walk in the room and just call me a fool
Who the fuck you think I'm is? Nah, we ain't cool
Fun Time Gang, this is all that we do
Get your hand out my face, bitch, nah, we ain't cool
Nah, we ain't cool
Nah, we ain't, nah, nah we ain't cool
Fun Time Gang, this is all that we do
Get your hand out my face, bitch, nah, we ain't cool

[Verse 3: Mr 8 Legz]
Got a PSA to multiple candidates
If I (What?) hurt your feelings, I got five on what the damage is
Didn't start the fire but God damn it I'm fanning it
I'm the man standing next to burnt bridges when the camera clicks
(Say cheese) Big smile on my face, time to handle shit
Wavin' at these fakes, ay, y'all gon' play scandalous
While I manage my rage, other half of Bruce Banner, bitch
Watchin' their career get as much movement as a mannequin's
You don't wanna ride with us? I refuse to talk to you
Nah we ain't cool 'cause you think I got something to offer you
Work is work and this is the turf you shouldn't be walkin' through
Treat beef like your teeth or I promise I'm rockin' you
So keep it in your mouth, you underground but can't stand the dirt
Number one, huh? You a part-time janitor
Got the cunt mom haircut, I'll fight you and your manager
Then fist fuck your girl's guts in your bed while I channel surf

[Outro: Majik Duce]
Nah, we ain't cool
Nah, we ain't, nah, nah we ain't cool
Fun Time Gang, this is all that we do
Get your hand out my face, bitch, nah, we ain't cool