[Skit] Very soon all our goals shall be achieved... When that happens then everything will be restored to it's rightful place [Intro: Son Rob] Misadventurers, yeah uh... Alright [Verse 1: Son Rob] A product of the villainy... He 'bout as honest as Kim when she in soliloquies High the hit, stick 'em an uppercut with some marijuana to singe Couple views then it bubble up White-T and the button-up with chinos and black vans I'll dip in a body bag before I get cuffed hands Greenbeardd in the cut just let us plot plans My hot hand gets dope as a fucking pot plant or Popped xans, hot grams the cops land in raid busts Then pay up, shit. supply demand! I'm always the youngest when it comes to the band ( Son, Rob) 'Cause it's Son Rob the kid, the prodigy to spit Introduction to the soundtrack he'll use to bust your lips up He getting' dough getting' bucks This seems to be a perfect place to say "I don't give a fuck" I write, my grip is fist, skip your trapping for this It's crack-a-lacking and crisp, see I am captain of ships See if it is the Misadventurers, what's happening is... That you found a liking for the Klan and rap that is sick [Bridge] It's Son Rob... and Greenbeardd *Hysterical laugh* [Verse 2: Greenbeardd] Went from a hero too a Villain I’m detecting a L, I don’t want to stay near the light Killing, you have 1 option... flight— get out of my sight or you head will get lopped off like Kite. I don’t care about your feelings, mind went vacant as he started squealing he proceeded to smell bacon. I don’t dine for swine, ugly slime ball crying cause he couldn’t climb the fine food ladder. Us Villains are rad, pedestrians mad that we have our foot chilling’ on the dash pad. Driving 100 on an 80 and a lady screamed off the top of her lungs- that you gon crash bad.How sad, already murked 8 people and our fellow villains claiming that we stat pad. I guess it’s that bad Son rob and I hit a home run and got a Grand Slam [instrumental outro]

[Intro: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] A couple, a couple, a couple Uh, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Son Rob] A couple hoes weak minded A proud fuck and the raps define it Hot as deep fried, wet 'em with my feet dry Sly, they let him sneak by now they gotta rewind him A proud fellow, you can tell it by the way he spit it A loogie singeing shit, probably just a bit acidic Nasty is the way he writ it, with a shot of penicillin Listen, sip it like teens with the five percenters A loss of chips have 'em scoffing at the kid with the talent for the shiznit Pass him for a dimwit Skinny got hands, punch your mans in my slim-fit suit New coupe, time to get down to business Rip shit with spit dope as fixes, elixirs and spliffs in the mixes His gift is the width of his diction Wrack you brain unraveling the wraps like Christmas [Hook: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] Niggas running from the block finna know we gon' plot on the man 'cause... They fucking weak minded! We been dealing with them opps, finna know we gon' drop on their mans 'cause... They fuckin' Weak Minded! Slow burn commence quick for the spurned and the split, let it hit... 'cause they fucking Weak Minded! Couple thots look at him 'cause the bread right and sit in the mix... got them bitches Weak Minded! [Verse 2: Greenbeardd] I feel so omnipotent, scoping on these meager peasants with my eagle vision fuck out my presence boy, not in the same class nor the same division— I’m an upper-class you’s a sorry pigeon— got my Barrett cal I know you it here it pal cock and loaded here it loud making thunderous sound, (you) better listen, got inside you head don’t question precision my decision to light, It’s nothing like a titan when he’s aiming strike, acting up we got a chivalrous knight despite his ass-pipe bout too ignite, fight night we in the right mood its about get hype I might let you off the hook with a vigorous bite— bare niggas on sight drinking Kool-aid and sprite, why be so uptight when you’re a mere sacrifice. Mike Tyson ego enticing little mice on Skype got a gripe with them crackheads smoking on pipe [Hook: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] Niggas running from the block finna know we gon' plot on the man 'cause... They fucking weak minded! We been dealing with them opps, finna know we gon' drop on their mans 'cause... They fuckin' Weak Minded! Slow burn commence quick for the spurned and the split, let it hit... 'cause they fucking Weak Minded! Couple thots look at him 'cause the bread right and sit in the mix... got them bitches Weak Minded! [Verse 3: Greenbeardd] Punchline keep rolling up like Dempsey owning every single MC— personality shift swift in a split second I reckon you exploit on this momentary rift. You catch my drift (nah) I’m better than Sensui (Aight) You get me now (nah) nigga can’t sense me I’m that nigga with the nappy twist with them chappy lips in the hidden mist you is vision-less. You better run I never hit a miss check my KD when I’m in the zone better than Curry bury you deep in the soil in a hurry foil all you deadbeat plan in a hot minute. (minute minute).You from the past I advise you take your clock and spin it, counter clock wise if your mental still in it Koga eating gourmet food in the exhibit. While you’re eating insect ribbit ribbit [Verse 4: Son Rob] Wonder why you do this shit when Rob is fucking poppin' Lofting rappers into coffins since the day them towers dropped, bitch Run it like cross-fit, flow stay toxic Ahead of the passengers following the cockpit Locked in, drip tangy as the sauce dip Nauseous, sick as rabies in the dog spit Clocked in with a style as sweet as crocs is Mothafucka's similes as empty as his pockets Stomp 'em, stop it, snag a Glock and cock it Posse in a caucus for the tape and when to drop it A rotten flow that hurt as shoulders out the socket With the burning rubber smell and the bloody tire possums Raps flossy and style so awesome Bigger than the belly that's carried by Bronson Rocket verses, shit he 'bout to fuckin' launch 'em Real fuckin' easy, used to seem so daunting [Outro: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] Raps flossy and style so awesome Bigger than the belly that's carried by Bronson Rocket verses, shit he 'bout to fuckin' launch 'em Real fuckin' easy, used to seem so daunting

[Skit] Yo green I got like 2 bitches with me right now. What are you saying? Ugh I don't know man, I don't feel like coming outside Bro, what the fuck. you always do this shit man, what do you mean? *Tsk* alright, alright yo give like 3 minutes yo, let me freshen up [Hook: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] Never been outside for more than 3 minutes, Never more than fucking 3 minutes— and its, cause these condescending finer women got me tripping thinking that my mental ain’t in it Well it go like... Never been outside for more than 3 minutes, Never more than fucking 3 minutes— and its, cause these condescending finer women got me tripping thinking that my mental ain’t in it Well it go like... [Verse 1: Greenbeardd] Well I got bad news for you girl, I’m not the say nigga who used too shiver and curl. I’ve popped out and I have emerge too the world. It won’t stop now so start getting used to it girl. I don’t need too start drinking liquor beverages too get a bit leverages that some of ya’ll lack. You disengage cause your speech impediment is wack. The ballsy veteran is coming out of his way. Too getting all the honey that's in full display. The recent memories of my peculiar enigma. It got me kinda of worried if I lost my charisma but fear not, cause I have a spit game bigger than a Llama loogie spit, getting boogie with them chicks sending all them nudie pic, damn all them booty thick, acting like a lunatic, we should go and do some shit, maybe catch a movie and get couple groupie pic [Hook: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] Never been outside for more than 3 minutes, Never more than fucking 3 minutes— and its, cause these condescending finer women got me tripping thinking that my mental ain’t in it Well it go like... Never been outside for more than 3 minutes, Never more than fucking 3 minutes— and its, cause these condescending finer women got me tripping thinking that my mental ain’t in it Well it go like... [Verse 2: Son Rob] See I got news for you bitch, I ain't s useless as them And I ain't sorry that I'm different. I don't move like your friends Them other dudes is all up in they say you ride like a 'benz But they probably don't understand, I guess we'll see in the end I mean the way that you been changing lately, trying to twist my wording up These con artists, all starting, still the masses slurp it up, uh Just miss me with it, fill the bandwidth, search him up, uh The blond hairs enough, time to cut the circus up... We used to flirt a bit, I never took it serious Writing in my notepad like every other period Thoughts in a pen, carry it/ lost in 'em gets scary and Often I stay put in a coffin of non-variance But maybe we could reacquaint, fuck what they say online It's articles versus artistry and I don't pay no mind It's Son Rob & Greenbeardd, these rappers stay behind I lay off it for a bit and back lit the fire [Hook: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] Never been outside for more than 3 minutes, Never more than fucking 3 minutes— and its, cause these condescending finer women got me tripping thinking that my mental ain’t in it Well it go like... Never been outside for more than 3 minutes, Never more than fucking 3 minutes— and its, cause these condescending finer women got me tripping thinking that my mental ain’t in it Well it go like... [Outro] (Instrumental)

[Intro: Greenbeardd] Aye watchu you know about the clan... Misadventurers! Son Rob (Son Rob) aye King C (King C) aye Greenbeardd aye aye aye [Hook: King Caexar] Please tell me whats the hold up, can't you see I got the heat in my clutch, better flee when we roll up, on a spree and we kicking up some dust, k-o-g-a is the name niggas know not to play with the Klan, Caexar knows these hoes all the same, on her knees, and she trying to run a train, Please tell me whats the hold up, can't you see I got the heat in my clutch, Please tell me what's the hold up, on a spree and we kicking up some dust [Verse 1: Son Rob] I been the one to kick dust up on a victim Focus in the lens, blurred murder what you picture Here for the long run, cycle on a vixen Twisted in the head, dope as shit that's in your system I'm the class skipper. Sick hand for the scriptures Sip liquor getting past all the fisher price bitches Grab a snickers bar, mad lyrics from the trickster Got a couple pinch-hitters with the spit as sweet as swishers And a couple duffel bags calling like they missed you Koga Klan, sing it bitch, fucking fishy dinner She's a bad sinner , 'bout a special class of woman Hot as mags and the clips with a bit of ass in 'em Then it's hold up, Rob rolling it back Fact is he's probably old as the track Isn't stopping 'til the gold in the stacks Couple berries there to carry off the style spitting crack [Chorus: King Caexar] K-o-g-a is the name niggas know not to play with the Klan, Caexar knows these hoes all the same, on her knees, and she trying to run a train [Verse 2: Greenbeardd] Bout too throw them in the bottomless pit, (the bottomless pit) we chanted that we got em and shit. Gazing with them lazy eyes looking all retarded as shit regarded as pricks cause we bombarded their chicks. Part of him just started guarding all of his clique, his insecurity is merely part of his shit, took their car found an uncharted place all of us dip, that’s what happens when us anonymous hit. Panicking he’s startled starting problems legit in complete disarray he’s far in the abyss. His mental yeah we slaughter it was fodder as shit, I acted like his father and his daughter insist. To act like a martyr cause it’s hard too resist. I taught her that there’s nothing that gets harder than this. We garner all the broken piece he was causing a fit. Step aside we’re stealing more of your lottery picks [Outro: Greenbeard & King Caexar] Please tell me whats the hold up (aye, what you know about the..) Please tell me whats the hold up, can't you see I got the heat in my (aye, what you know about the Klan?) Please tell me whats the hold up Please tell me whats the hold up (aye, what you know about the Klan?)

[Intro] (Instrumental) [Verse 1: Greenbeardd] In such a dire state the situation is PIVOTAL started wobbling and decided to move HIS FUCKING PIVOT FOOT, the man is colder than Nunavut. instead of staying put he messed around and got his nook shook He’s stating that I never had a punchers chance, then how is it that I got your bitch baiting from the last hook. A healthy guy but I’m not a vegetarian. Just polar bear swimming inside your girls aquarium. What an embarrassment, I wouldn’t dare stare with my overbearing confidence. WOAH You’re rather incompetent, you traveled so far yet couldn’t score a basket. AHHH I go by the name of H.B.A. The Hooded Black Assassin burying you in a damn casket. Been convicted for tampering and trespassing. It’s a speed race of who smashed the fastest, Nigga [Bridge: Greenbeardd] Yeah, yeah It’s a speed race of who smashed the fastest, Nigga [Verse 2: Greenbeardd] I’m sick of being monkey in the middle playing second fiddle being brittle cause I lack the criteria of a captain. I know that shit shouldn’t fucking happen. Maybe cause I lack the ball sack of the past men. It’s a sad excuse I’m a black man. Got some people chuckling and some laughing. I have a hidden talent that will get your ass packing. A craftsman that mastered the art of brutally stabbing. Being persuasive is a skill I learnt to be evasive so can I dodge different cases cause mans are slower than molasses. So no need to tie my shoelace to flee the crime spree, when they have no trace to come and find me. Coonery is it an all time high, that’s why people understood too have a blind eye. Exiting is rather wise. Cause what’s televised here will be labeled viewer discretion is advised [Outro] It is intended only for mature audiences Here comes another one! Oh man, so dangerous. They have to get this guy off the hook. They have to! And it's becoming more and more...

[Intro: King Caexar (DJ Love Curtis)] DJ Love Curtis over here, coming to you live straight from Koga 69.9, calling all you rugrats and rapscallions... and all you young bucks. We'd like to welcome you to the Misadventure show. Right now we have the young gun, Son Rob, here to perform his hit single, High... [Skit 1] I've heard a lot about you and the rest of the group taking drugs, Pete. Does this mean you're usually "locked up" when you're actually onstage? No, but it means... [Hook: Son Rob] 'Cause I been high for a sec, I been low I been the one down, been the one that's on the road I been the only clown running laps and with the flow I can get your honey fucking, make your plug give up the 'dro 'Cause I been high for a sec, I been low I been the one down, been the one that's on the road I been the only clown running laps and with the flow I can get your honey fucking, make your plug give up the 'dro [Verse 1: Son Rob] See mister have the flow to make appearance in the paper The loathsome, the one to skin a fucking faker The one that met the maker, the flow he drop is tapered The one that's hot as summer hoochies when they getting naked Like damn he the champ, kid - Flow winning pesos Get out the way if you not on my payroll Stay in your lane he the great, holy McAdoo! G.o.a.t, he the greatest, this who you reacting to Go and grab a snack or two, act a fool, he the man Know he tactical, tactful and falling fast within the plan Understand that your vocals is not appealing to locals Even less to the foreign that spit you out like it's tofu Like notice shit, know this shit - boy-o spit the coldest shit Hot arroz con pollo, his polo tight and he focusing And road is long but he top dawg when the voting ends Couple months later forgot he won now he froze again [Hook: Son Rob] 'Cause I been high for a sec, I been low I been the one down, been the one that's on the road I been the only clown running laps and with the flow I can get your honey fucking, make your plug give up the 'dro 'Cause I been high for a sec, I been low I been the one down, been the one that's on the road I been the only clown running laps and with the flow I can get your honey fucking, make your plug give up the 'dro [Verse 2: Son Rob] I'm gon' get what my ISO give I can't be guarded so that means a lotta shit Flow to stay precise as the kids with the bottle flips But this a mans job, hot-wheels ain't got the body kits Like, go and body shit, nah you can't embody him His barrio is getting money and he be the lobbyist He probably isn't the person that you wanna get cocky with 'cause obvious, he fine like all of the top he gets Like, blow the shotty bitch, throw a party bitch Man this shit stank like when i'm going potty bitch I been on 'em bitch, in my Audi bitch I left you for your own good, quit the sobbing bitch He astonishing, abolishing the fake and fucking polishing The game to make it fall again. A crazy off the wall again frolicking stuck at the top, he on his own A head rush when the sound hit your dome, just go home [Hook: Son Rob] 'Cause I been high for a sec, I been low I been the one down, been the one that's on the road I been the only clown running laps and with the flow I can get your honey fucking, make your plug give up the 'dro 'Cause I been high for a sec, I been low I been the one down, been the one that's on the road I been the only clown running laps and with the flow I can get your honey fucking, make your plug give up the 'dro [Skit 2] Class is the new way to discriminate against people, to hold people down, to hold people in a place based on where their kids go to school, how much money they make, what they drive, where they live and what type of clothes they have and how much... you know... how much they have in their account for...you know retirement. To somehow say that this person right here means more than this person... Like I know I tweeted black lives matter but like...you know... All lives matter.Like, my doorman is more important to me than any head of any company...

[Skit 1: Pablito & DJ Love Curtis] Ahh shit! Misadventurers again? God dammit, I'm sick and tired Of these Koga niggas thinking they run shit (ehh señor Curtis!) Especially that fat nigga, Greenbeardd. (señor!) I ain't tryna hear this shit! (señor Curtis. We're live.) We're live? ( Si señor!) Ahh shit... [Hook: Greenbeardd] Take me to a place, That I haven't been before, Journey on the rise, Time too kick it and explore 'cause IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE MY PARADISE [Verse 1: Greenbeardd] I need a 2 week vacation I truly need too stop wasting my time, playing PlayStation, I'm just building (frustration)- losing time and plus (patience)- i'm flustered I just can't take it let's face it not getting younger, so let's just muster a plan up. Destination Bahamas- we'll meet some youngin' and mamas I gotta ticket too mingle that'll surely stir up some drama I wanna get a bit closer cause you can tell that I'm single, once I'm done with you baby I'll turn into a bilingual [Chorus] 'cause IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE MY PARADISE [Hook 2: Greenbeardd] Take me too a place, that I haven't been before, Journey on the rise, time too kick it and explore, we be chillin' at the shore, it will be just you and I, it will surely quantify, the love I got for you 'cause IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE MY PARADISE [Verse 2: Greenbeardd] Pass me my car keys boy off to the races can’t off me BOY. Gnarly boy like the hardy boys, extreme tag team yea I’m cocky BOY. All these chicks that I can’t avoid. Need a decoy cause I ain’t used TOO. Half naked girls that has been deploy. Better off seeing them on YOUTUBE. Can’t tolerate this change of view. Not the lifestyle I want too PURSUE. Oblivious to the fact that I withdrew. Time to bounce — that’s my QUEUE. Hard to believe that's my curfew. This shit has been OVERDUE. Playstation, I choose you. These gals try to subdue me with th-th-their love juice. Cause I v-v-value you to much I assume that they want to undo th-the love spell I’m in. Baby girl I miss you, It’s a growing Issue. We can rendezvous, What’s that fragrance I smell, Harajuku perfume. How do I know if you ask. It’s the shit we’ve been through. What’s on th-the menu. Is it something taboo. Level up, level up Overwatch I gotchu [Hook: Greenbeardd] Take me to a place, That I haven't been before, Journey on the rise, Time too kick it and explore 'cause IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE [Skit 2: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] Whoa, Green where the fuck are you going bro like...isn't this what you wanted? Bro, we got all the bitches right here, what are you doing? (Ahh shut up! Where are my keys, where are my fucking keys...) Nah man i'm fucking outta here! I'm not cut out for this shit bro like yo... I need to go home Bro fuck that, let's go! [Verse 3: Greenbeardd] Man I know but you should know I can't take it- Redefine my fine life y'all niggas know I can't take it. Not myself I can't fake it. When I'm here I can't shake it. I'm in a safe haven. Yeah I'm mentally ill. What's the big fucking deal y'all needs chill I feel like I have too conceal myself in a big force field this situation is my ideal, screw the ordeal of socializing. With fake girls that needs revising. I guess you can say it's mad surprising with my fantasizing. My state of mind is polarizing [Hook: Greenbeardd] Take me to a place, That I haven't been before, Journey on the rise, Time too kick it and explore Take me to a place, That I haven't been before, Journey on the rise, Time too kick it and explore 'cause IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE, IT'S PARADISE [Outro] (Instrumental)

[Intro: Son Rob & Green beardd] -Yo rob, on the real bro... I feel like I'm the greatest. You know what I'm saying man? -What? What do you mean the greatest? -Like bro, tsk... I'm saying like I'm the best rapper in the group -Bro how can you say that when you're not even better than me man. Get the fuck outta here... [Verse 1: Greenbeardd] I feel like I'm the greatest, no discussion debate I'm the greatest, confidence is oozing man it feels to good to be shameless. evading my space I'm telling you it's good to be famous. A lyrical genius that's reeling you in my contagious. Unveiling my feeling I'm dealing I'm hitting my ceiling. Jealousy spewing I'm assuming its my latest of statements. Music egregious they rooting and consuming for hatred. View it we're cooling and cruising we moving to Vegas. Recruited these hoes and our bros are gon' show that we made it. Loaded with the flow I'm in the zone and they know that I am dangerous. Know I devoted my focus to not become nameless. Notice I am the chosen one for your entertainment [Bridge: Greenbeardd] And It’s been that way, it will never change, it will stay the same, Just know that, Yeah... Motivated them haters stated I’m overrated. Calculated they regulated my rap achievement. Exasperated they boiling up till they evaporated. I’m boiling up to the highest point and I can’t contain it [Verse 2: Son Rob] I Know that I'm the greatest. Shit, I know about my talents but concealing the latter is probably the biggest challenge. In Fact, I feel a complex attached to what I accomplish and really wish I could mirror how really feels my accomplice. A sort of guilt attached to the game, a flaw in the armor that's small by the frame. Shit, was this talent given, and if it was, what I gain? I hate to think I'm predisposed of acting this way, so now I own it. Dull skills sharpen with some honing. Lack confidence with chicks? Fuck it, I just bone 'em. I wear my clothes loosely, tight is when I wrote it. Sights is on the opposition what the fuck your motive? I'm the greatest. Staring at the ones who hate it. These eyes won't change, their the ones you'll see once I made it. Like, Greenbeard explain to them just how we do it, and who the fuck we is unless a muthafucka knew it [Verse 3: Greenbeardd] Rob and I are the.. greatest as our peers indicated. Blood, sweat and tears is the policy we inaugurated, any sort of competition yeah we dominate it. Any venue that we’re in we simply populate it. We illustrate the illest raps it ain’t to complicated. The focal point of every topic as our posse stated. We take your pocket change and page it to the proper payment. It’s resentment and we’re entitled for our compensation. Portrayed myself as if my favorite hobby is acting snobby. My self-esteem was running low so I be acting cocky. The undisputed champion there’s no one who can stop me. Our alliance replicate the villains from the damn Akatsuki [Outro: Son Rob & Greenbeardd] *Scratches* I feel like I'm the greatest I know that I'm the greatest I feel like I'm the greatest Greatest...

[Verse 1: Greenbeardd] Rap villains chillin' with the fam,better understand, who you dealin' with, King C oversees all pussies in a tough predicament. Mans thinking flamboyance is the key. Bare dicking with them hand sticking out. New era got mans freaking out. Mans these niggas be killing me (You)Amphibious, swimming with them fishes, blowing each other kisses, doing each other dishes, so inefficient sucking of them critics. Living like a parasitic. Dance for me dude, sing for me dude, I want a pretty ring for me dudes . Get a little vicious better get my wishes, guys I’m alive just to mimic you Damn, Damn homie just ruining my jam (AY) I was your number #1 fan. Homie just want to be friends. Homie just fucks with your clan (AY) You probably just won’t understand. This is just ruthless aggression, this’s just ruthless aggression. Nigga just take out your weapon, Nigga just watch where you steppin', you finna get intercepted, I will provide you with lethal ejection or more licks like the niggas come straight outta tekken. Straight outta tekken, I’m in my prime, spin you 180 as I whoop your behind. That is a sign, To indicate I am one of a kind, You think I am lyin'? [Hook: King Caexar & Greenbeardd] Not a hero I'm a rap villain & I steam roll any opinions Spreading Evil with some bad minions And I control all the mass millions Not a hero I'm a rap villain & I steam roll any opinions Doing Evil with some bad minions And I control all the white children [Verse 2: King Caexar] Rapscallion rap villain, been a nasty cap peelin', cat killin', Mandingo party-chillin' with a fanny pack- ammunition, grass trippin', caddy shakin' in a lac, roll zags, nigga origami, snap & shoot u artists like paparazzi, got the juice, nothing to a black Nazi, my nigga Zoro Pakistani We drop bombs kamikaze, got your moms hacky sacking, with her tongue gagging, call me daddy, when you catch me trespassing on yo lawn, looking happy head light fulani, hit the bong, boost a 'rari, in the wrong alley, prawns, calamari, tell miyagi make it snappy, got the munchies & i'm feeling kinda hangry Grab bullions, smack civilians in a taxi with a Punjabi, catch your crew lacking, tomahawk 'em, drunk apache, nigga poppin xannies, at the party next door, kehlani, beat you pansies like the pussy till she call me papi, coons out here hungry in the factory, hoodie in the sheets for a rally, shouts out to my nigga Temi Afolabi Klan run the city, gangs wanna kill me, bitches wanna drill me, mans wanna grill me, fans wanna film me, stans wanna feel me, fans wanna see me, bands looking silly, dance you can thrill me, chance you can milk me, hands pretty filthy, pants looking sticky Damn, really guilty, drank all the whiskey, spank on some titties Skank wanna frisk me [Hook: King Caexar & Greenbeardd] Not a hero I'm a rap villain & I steam roll any opinions Spreading Evil with some bad minions And I control all the mass millions Not a hero I'm a rap villain & I steam roll any opinions Doing Evil with some bad minions And I control all the white children

[Intro: Julio Phuckboy] Yeah, MisAdv in the building you heard me Greenbeardd, Son Rob (Koga Klan, Koga) You know, A lot of people done asked me like, Julio where the fuck y'all been? Where them niggas at? Tell 'em! They be in the trap, cooking. You know what I'm saying? KOGA GANG! KOGA! [Hook: Greenbeardd & Julio Phuckboy] We are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play nigga we do it in our sleep. we are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play, nigga we eating for weeks We be the king of the trap, niggas don't know how to act Out here we running the streets, Koga be getting them keys We be the king of the trap, nigga reloading the strap Pull-up and bust out the heat, bullets be hitting emcees [Verse 1: Greenbeardd] Greenbeard walking door to door checking each corridor coordinate my strike. Son Rob yeah he did the same in a different lane but we always think alike. 4-5 people horrify when they see the guy with gore-gore fruit. Notified all the koga guys that we nose dived I need more more troops, Step aside you better shy away have too realize I don’t sympathize. Niggas got me all energize and price that you pay is all finalized. When our team composition synergize kicking into overdrive mode. All I gotta say is run away before all you niggas gon die die die FUCK OUT MY FACE, STAY IN YO LANE, ICE IN MY VEINS AND THERE IS NO BLOOD STAINS, CAUSE I AM CLUTCH THAT’S JUST A SHAME, CAUSE YOU WERE SO CLOSE TOO FEELING NO PAIN. NIGGAS OUTTA LINE— SHOULD HAVE PRESS REWIND SO YOU CAN DODGE THEM CASE— BUT YOUR A LITTLE TOO LATE— BUT YOUR TIME IS UP— MISSION COMPLETE— MISSION COMPLETE [Hook: Greenbeardd & Julio Phuckboy] We are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play nigga we do it in our sleep. we are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play, nigga we eating for weeks We be the king of the trap, niggas don't know how to act Out here we running the streets, Koga be getting them keys We be the king of the trap, nigga reloading the strap Pull-up and bust out the heat, bullets be hitting emcees [Verse 2: Julio Phuckboy] I don't play no games... Rollie clock, big 'ole chains, money talk -can somebody explain what this hater saying? .40 Glock, we gon' pull-up spraying, Drop top when I'm switching lanes Engine roar, this a manticore or a ? locked to my drunken gang This an uproar like Lil Wayne, Pussy soar now appease the klan Abusing court, all aboard, catch a train let's run a cruise on a pretty dame... [Verse 3: Son Rob] Son Rob got the sun roof and my brodies hoe and I ain't playing bitch Greenbeardd got the team here, got my .40 tucked and imma slay your bitch Beddy bye, imma meet you there -Have my pillow stuffed, brother pay your dues Tommy guns with the double wield, imma take your gal if that's okay with you Brother been putting that work Uh, Yuh, Aye Hands up under my shirt, Uh, yuh, aye My brothers got shooters, get merked (pshh pshh) (Uh, yuh, aye) Opps six feet in the dirt, lil shordie tryna smoke my earth Got the top position, fuck the opposition, spit that dirty dirty makes the oppas listen Got that little fuck and the fatbeard shouting gang out they poppa whip And packing pocket lint instead of proper chips, you talking crazy than i'm poppin' shit Brother's solid lock for city's golden child, lil bro been popping off now where's my rocket ship My wrist got ice too heavy, can't drive my cutlass chevy Been tryna take it steady, got a 10 on my back like Messi My team don't slip, don't lack -My hemi's semi packed Them last two seats is thottie proof, they're for my heavy racks yuh [Hook: Greenbeardd & Julio Phuckboy] We are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play nigga we do it in our sleep. we are the king of the trap we done gon' capture the bag showing the kids we don’t play, nigga we eating for weeks We be the king of the trap, niggas don't know how to act Out here we running the streets, Koga be getting them keys We be the king of the trap, nigga reloading the strap Pull-up and bust out the heat, bullets be hitting emcees

[Hook: Son Rob & GP] It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch? It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch? [Verse 1: Son Rob] Niggas know we need not introductions for this shit Used to squeeze rapper necks with hand that busted out the clips Playin' house money now, Rob offering the splits Thots eyeing me, vying for my pocket full of chips Squad comparable to crips, blood splattered on cement None at it like him, foes had and adequately bent Let the tempest take a toll'll have the Vatican repent Bro my spraying weighed by a Patek and a pen Keep my distance in the darkness, rob vanishing again Talismanic, inner anguish canceling the wins Too callous for the weak, too rowdy to his friends No doubt no redemption 'til the chalices are rinsed Brodie, count it by the pound -it's Koga stepping on your spot Lack of ethics, never flash to not press -It ain't a prop Aim at namelesses and pop, save the stainless for the opps Hoes is brainless, ain't ashamed to say they looking for a knot, I guess... [Hook: Son Rob & GP] It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch? It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch? [Verse 2: Son Rob & GP] Dropping bodies like the harness wasn't checked That leather parts her inner thighs that fucking orifice is wrecked Them niggas been spitting darker than cadaver coffins, stiff He hand-to-God, harder than your favorite starving artist Smoke 'em like the Cuban on the set Might be the rudest that you've met, with the rugger trigger pressed On all the heads of all the losers that's eluding they depressed The way they movin' been a mess, they slither cluelessly and guess It's I and Tempest to your temple 'til your uselessness addressed Niggas treat it like an "I'm late" text You don't want it Shit still flies way over your head and I Don't punt it When value equates to likes in these Times of eating disorders This dick is in headlines "NUT'N IN HOES STOMACHS" Lip-stored this historic rhetoric that I shell Like every bar i flex is napalm in the morning, I love the smell when these Influencers and artists say "Do it like Micheal done it" Its so redundant... Touch kids when I can fondle myself? [Hook: Son Rob & GP] It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch? It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch? [Verse 3: Son Rob] Little slacker got 'em verses crackin' with the hand he purses snatchin' Delegate the urgent action, best believe the worst'll happen Rob's words and the sermon at your service clashing Stone faced like the surface where the currents crashing Mask apathy with forty and spliff In that state, don't ask me what's a Freudian slip I been playin' thotties like accordion, bitch Stretch 'em wide with the band, live recording and shit Pop a cork in her yap, probably the corps in a ditch Me and Tempest trading stocks like a corporate event Me and Tempest off our rockers, call us Norman and Ted 'Cause Queenn couldn't reach the top drawer for the meds Moral standards ain't apparent like them orphanages Cross 'em as ordinate axis -Road? There's a fork up in his Not a reason nor a hint up in the bordering hills Misadventures tend to lead to an unfortunate end... [Hook: Son Rob & GP] It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch? It's obvious she only like me for the check It's Honeyberry only, I don't roll no swish Fuck the petty banter, watch the sissies scatter When I grip the handle, spraying hoes, the fuck I give about a bitch?

[Sample] What is he up to? Is he bluffing? [Verse 1: Greenbeardd] Always bluffing tough, smoking on a spliff, hit 'em with an uppercut, bust his upper lips, bottom filled with cuts, mouth filled with drool, exhaled his last puff, almost caught a fucking whiff showed him how I rule, always being ridicule hit the duo queue then let them body drip, hop the fucking fence then let the war commence, got a portion of his molecule as we left. The Misadventurers— thought we was a myth—you made a grave mistake trying to cross paths with. Boasting that he’s massive body looking stiff whats your motive shut him down with the low diff [Verse 2: Son Rob] I watch these rappers all in the mix Like an audio file all of these operatives wish They could snag from Son Rob, see often as this Is when I'm scoffin' at the awful acts, Ocular shift Towards a stack of guap beckoning -Toss me a spliff I'm lost in the winds, Someone please drop me a hint I'm caught in a stint, monotony, no opp is exempt And I don't know if imma fumble, stall or tumble down the tallest of pits Like, I see them wave riding while I surf the web These rappers biting on my shit like some virgin head These motherfuckers know I'm doper than the percocets they dying from End 'em like the Mayan sun, homie what you dying from? Stay concerned for self instead of trying to check on my income Tell 'em get up off my doorstep Oh they know I'm 'bout to have the floor swept with 'em, no bluffin' [Outro] No bluffin' No bluffin' No bluffin'