NoEyeDear - United State of X lyrics

[Verse 1 - Mean] BFF / USX - United state of the X DTK / i dress to k** you b**hes off with the fats I'm steady rollin with best you already know the facts I'm sicker than a psycho cooking my beats up in the lab Its a wrap, i need a boost, go ahead gimme clap My ego's screaming for attention i might just need a slap Its impeccable that my sh** go all hard up in the tracks I'll murder any body that comes and messes with the X I pledge allegiance to the X and keep it real with the swag Murder beats, slaughter bars, throwing corpses into body bags The lion city axe gang we expand The school thoughts for the gifted / not all men can Understand why some times we so loco The reason why we put the rap game in a chokehold A breath of fresh air through the breeze When we give the rap game some room to breathe [Chorus] x 2 We the freshmen / Rolling with the best man None can do it better like we do / Like the X can Its the official Axe Gang argh! In United State of X argh! [Verse 2 - Yennadoushiii] It's the official Axe Gang, we don't f**ing rest Never gone from the scene, we still f**ing blessed Yes, we exile you wack rhymes, extort your right minds Exhale your lifeline and I, pledge allegiance to the flag To the X, to the swag, to the weight that I am A bloody fat f** till I end-F-I-N-I-T-Y Or at least till I die But I'm not dead, I ain't never scared Of the motherf**ing ruckus you brought, I take So, protect your neck now Before I bring the axe out And then I wipe your fam out Unless you step your game up Bring it up a notch or two This is a game and this is how you play it through We're Mean with the swag, go Mad on this track And if you don't know, this is United State of X [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3 - Maddie] We don't click, boys / Look at how i click toys Pull up at your house / Click, Boom! and I destroy United State of X and we employ all you f**in' rappers just to k** cos I enjoy / Watch you die I k** / Joy This is ain't no ploy and we just ain't saying sh** Unlike United States A boy, we f**in' doin' it I don't drop bombs on the call of the President but if my boys call I drop a bomb on the President Go ask your boys where i'm from / At Woodlands i'm the f**in' bomb Blew up in your face / Now you can't tell I didn't warn The Bloody Fat F**ks and that skinny muthaf**a The sizes don't fit but combination, ain't no better The cla** of 1-0 but i'm a f**in veteran I don't run from beef so you can't call me vegetarian The beef don't come with no radio edit I edit no beef for the radio to play it muthaf**ers!