Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nat Halls
Nat Halls
Vocals
Smidge
Smidge
Vocals
Adam Baker
Adam Baker
Vocals
Jeet
Jeet
Vocals
Nate Banner
Nate Banner
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Fredrick Hardin
Joseph Fredrick Hardin
Songwriter

Lyrics

Damn! It seems the only option for me now is to find the secret to unlocking my final form
This must be my calling to defeat the evil that is Lord Carlos
Shit, I gotta hide
Wanna bet? It's the Trek
The most elite hit squad on God
Accoladed for our efficiency on a mission
Tunnel visioned
Spell it out T.R.E.K. we're gonna blow yo wanted ass away
Ye boi we gon fuck you up for what you done
But first some things to know: here's number one:
Look punk, we got nothin against you personally
Nah man that 'grudges' shit be hella weak
Instead, we fight for the lord and charge for it
Black deeds but at least we benefit
Second, if we die tryin 2nite,
You bet your ass youre gonna get SOOOD, that's right
We born sinners, per annum killers
Now meet the gang of hot lead dealers
There's five of us, The Boss, Mike, Joe, Will and Rick (that's me!)
Now let's get on with it
Let's get on with it
Let's get on with it
The name's Oxlong, first name Michael
I like to wear sunglasses and ride a motorcycle-
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
Rick, Mike, you two guard the exits of this room
Yo yo yo the name is Joe
But you can call me Mr Mama
Where's the boss?
I've looked around the room and it's empty boss,
I told you this mission was a pointless cause
You were like "ooh boy this is gonna be a good case"
But look around dude at this cursed place
Sam was in here before, and he didn't use that door
There's an open window, and why is there a drain on the floor?
Let's get on with it
Let's get on with it
Well would you look at that, here comes the boss
Here I am, the leader of this whole operation
To find and arrest this kid is my obligation
No ifs or buts, no fucking around
Until we get this dirty motherfucker on the ground
Places people
Check the window
You'll see him out there amongst the violated lawn flamingos
It's too far a drop to survive, boss
If he fell down he ain't alive, boss
Don't you think I know that?
I'd personally climb down
If I wanted to have enough body parts left to go around
Let's get on with it
Let's get on with it
Well boss, I would personally take the safe route
The drain Will saw on the floor's the best bailout
He's gonna be down there, it goes to the sewer
The slums there are always used to hide from your pursuers
I could fit down there easy
But the sides are lookin' rusty
That shit would slice my skin up
Like a potato peeler
But if you close your eyes and search through the shit of the drain,
You can smell what Sam used to escape the pain
Of his actions
He lubricated the the drain and he slipped through the tube
I can smell the Terry's Chocolate Orange flavour dick lube
Let's get on with it
After him!
Written by: Joseph Fredrick Hardin
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