SWINGING

JINX (playing a lobster)

Hey Guys I'm a lobster And this album is fire man So fire its boiling me alive And I will be sent to a family of four in no time Anyway I hope you like the rest of the album And I won't be catching you later AHHH OHHHNOO OH IT BURNS OUHAA!

POPULUS

Archangel, create a legend out of fable Burn shit down take the horses from the stable Riot in the street and kill for that maple Fucked yo bitch now we shopping for some lego If I die tonight you know I'm going to pack Vince gon run yo block silly with them two Fucking quacks We the gun bumping dealers known as pop and bag Empty yo shit we gonna eat yo wallets keep the cash

BAGHEADDDD

Put acid to cast em a tongue I massacre beats for the fun Im moving metal to abdominals putting lead in a gun Take a lung burning greenish take a sneeze it's fever season Colder than my nipples freezing I will kill don't need a reason Bag and Pop smoking that tonga, PB&J Wrists pouring out blood running across the trafficked interstate It gets to late eyes on the road when I'm driving my green Missile's going fast The Archangel's driving carelessly

POPULUS

Run with heat like Jimmy Dirtier than shimmy Park it in the south now she scream my name like Timmy 28 routes to my bank account Fire out the red that shit'll help me out I got my plate stacked with fucking bread and trout File out the room yes I had to clean it out Force feed you acid then eat you like a crab, man Get my networks to leave you in a trashcan Eating jaw breakers and breaking jaws like its bike locks Brothers in arms Gangbang a mermaid fuck a Starbucks Eyes, redder than the squirrels we tend to crush When I'm fucking on the librarian I tell that bitch to shush Not religious don't cross me, You can fear this walking zombie Smoking fags I'm hobby lobby fuck 10 bitches they the dime piece I'm content with this Bag, now bitch pick up the slack I'm doing blow off her back then I blow out her back

BAGHEADDDD

Luckily my morals are hidden behind a paper bag Grab a rag wash down my car the missile has no cracks Blowing up every party nickname is the fucking frag Not to brag but my Garage the size of Chilliwack Coke-a-Cola truck the green missile wasn't sufficient Rob a bank last weekend do it again grab the blueprints It's a hasty decision to drop mills on fashion shit Once you see the bag and tux you know it's over with

Call me Mr. Fancy bitch you sleeping on me get a grip Wear my red tie black suit to a lawsuit bitch I got the fit I'm a Culprit with a dream of laundering and counterfeit Feeling soaked and wet tuxedo drowning in this fucking drip

POPULUS

Killing these fucks and I'm killing these bitches But you don't what I do in my tie They trying stepping and die Bloody bodies going up as the fly Shit my suit red from the bloodshed Put lead to his and he plead People hear shit and fled Pull out the gun and spread Making sure we hit the feds Fancy ass skin mask From this fucking Richie Ate his wife's flesh And I did it real quickly Now I got they money And I'm doing sum funny I buy suit burn them dolla bills Cops in pursuit and I shoot for the thrill It's one bullet six fuckin kills I'm exited I mothafuckin squeal But bitch I'm Mr. Fancy

Call me Mr. Fancy bitch you sleeping on me get a grip Wear my red tie black suit to a lawsuit bitch I got the fit I'm a Culprit with a dream of laundering and counterfeit Feeling soaked and wet tuxedo drowning in this fucking drip

In the air Shooting rockets killing fuckers Jojopump Big explosions Dead bodies we Pop yo dad Bag it up In the air Shooting rockets killing fuckers Jojopump Big explosions Dead bodies we Pop yo dad Bag it up

POPULUS

I heard my bullet and yo brain had a nice discussion Jojo pump you in the head that's more than a concussion Now you in the fields it's a perfect place for hunting I'll kill you daddy, mommy, uncles, sons, fucking cousin 3rd gen fuck up, I'm wasting my youth Funny tho yo bitch choose me over you Bag and I get our guns and we spray through yo crew Dust you off with our brooms then fix you with tools You mad cause I fucked yo bitch then I cut off her clit So you could find it Little bitch You's a rodent with a stick Triple6 Jojo shit Jump jet shoot you quick Now yo brain is on cement I'm getting and getting up Dedene and we sparking up Mixing green with that arson and Killing bitches for farcing I'm going la da da dadia I don't fuck with a lot of ya Eyes red like I'm Texas Hamburger Helper for breakfast Bitch want my name on necklace and now She knows she'll leave neck less And now I'm getting real reckless I just stabbed a man shitless Left his body in open So his kids will fucking notice And they'll scream bloody murder Knowing Pop did it (Pop)

In the air Shooting rockets killing fuckers Jojopump Big explosions Dead bodies we Pop yo dad Bag it up In the air Shooting rockets killing fuckers Jojopump Big explosions Dead bodies we Pop yo dad Bag it up

BAGHEADDDD

Alright Bones picked with the Listerine it's a misdemeanor Shallow cough we run from the cops and a dizzy shallow fever Frolic with the frogs slapping throats fucking up every singer Catch these hands I'm throwing amputee arm parts up in the theater Bitch don't touch my sandwich you a cancerous care package Can't even manage like the stress on Jimmy Fallon's wrist Wrecked pothole neighborhoods more guns than little kids Buy more of them watch the rich swim like tuna fish I make the moves on my own bitch you gotta know Stars twisted in wonders into the van we Gogh I borrow my own money myself I get alone My cells reaching up to space like girl grab a megaphone I'm shallow and pedantic, the manic how can I manage The panic of the bleeding wrists it's often brandished With famished cancer and canned baking soda its arm and hammer Take a gun put a cap in your head let God answer

In the air Shooting rockets killing fuckers Jojopump Big explosions Dead bodies we Pop yo dad Bag it up In the air Shooting rockets killing fuckers Jojopump Big explosions Dead bodies we Pop yo dad Bag it up

BAGHEADDDD

4321 Bitch get out the way I'm holding round 25 cents You pull up to me wild screaming and shouting I can not pay you no rent Working so hard as a I go I thank myself for the most I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding around 25 cents

The bitches all on my Benz Family problems plus addiction that shit never ends Added my six sense shit Now I'm stacking 31 Got my paycheck and dipped Spent it all on the drugs Spent it all on the music Spent it all on the fun

I'm holding a mf quarter I'm holding a mf quarter Smoking hash that's older My wrist can't get any Colder Choppa I spin I'm aiming for heads 25 bodies we bury dem dead Fucked on a bitch pumped her with lead Big ass bong like I'm chillin with Ted

Needed a mix so I called up the X Choppa I spin I'm aiming for heads Choppa I spin it got 25 pennies 10 more years and I'm winning a Grammy Punched a def kid he saw the word wammy I'm to perfect I make you feel clammy Bagheadddd fell but came back like Kenny Bags not the same when he mix shit with Henny You want the hype but not what is really I spend to much on drugs I'm holding a quarter We get the choppas spinning while I finish packs like murder

Bitch get outta the way I'm holding round 25 cents You pull up to me wild screaming and shouting I can not pay you no rent Working so hard as a I go I thank myself for the most I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents

JINX

How the fuck I'm gonna pay your rent I ain't got no pot to piss I get a bill making some change but you can't take two cents I can't get what I need but I still smoke and I drink I got no shame I sold that shit for some game So that I could wreck it for the record I put that curse on my name

You wanted beef I got me a steak on plate You can't be face to face you wanted smoke come to my home shit i got you waiting like twenty or more You on the phone I'm good to go pick you off with the glint in the scope You want control of my life knowing I'll never be clean in your eyes Knowledge was missed so you hid it with lies now I'm screaming die motherfucker die

Long as y'all keep talking long as y'all keep walking I'ma be on my steps (posted up) posted up barking Ain't no use gotta bite ain't no use gotta fight This shit my home in the land where the buffalos roam You can't bitch about it (Get it got it) Get it got it you gold

Bitch get outta the way I'm holding round 25 cents You pull up to me wild screaming and shouting I can not pay you no rent Working so hard as a I go I thank myself for the most I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents I'm holding round 25 cents

CRANBERRY SAUCE — POPULUS

Moses we set trees to fire when we able See my life flash before my eyes no cable I wanna leave my house before some evicts me Makes it real hard when i'm the one doing the evicting Staring at the glow from my hands Gorilla glued and fucked this shit was too strong for mans They panic attacking get some water check the fans May 25th got buzzed for a band

Ok check the dandelions Guns creep through itrs you and the fam they eying You use ethos to fill egos, no aristotle No teeter toddle, no toddle here gon steal my bottle Snap, kill you just like that Its basic shit but i'd kill for a rack I'm in the bathroom having a panic attack When I lost my bro is time I'll never get back

Old snow regimes come back in the form of cash Looking back at it I'd do the same and dash Momma said I'm smoking too much ash Shi i be high as fuck but I made it to class No Anthony but I am blacking out Singing along with ween, get that gold and we balling out Drop a track like a nuke ain't no falling out My ex prolly mad cause they see that I'm ballin now

Basic fool proof I'm jamming out to the bars I writ My psych is pretty brutal it turns fairy dust to baby shit The cynical cyninist mad his cynicism got him hit It wasn't even his bro He was sitting in his home, home alone with empty roads Got bullet to the dome he ate the chrome Hearts on the box, left in the street Left for the little ones to see and to feast

No boris but I'm droning to the beat Stand by me we left the body in the creek Ay, better look through the doorknob Left my mind to rest now it's worn off Lucky it ain't blown off Sick like a sore cough Kill it super sawed off Shot and gunning like I'm zoned off Not good enough to rap but I'm too good to quit I'm zoning to the smell of the match that i lit Back to my line about the bars that rit Wonder how my dad feels knowing his kid is the shit Lungs gonna rot but shit I'm gonna go hard Horses in the stable they got left in the boneyard More stoned than an Easter island head Let the beat play out while I fantasize About the dead

THEYAREGHOST

Let me talk my shit. I been looking at the game for a life time I aint seen a rapper in the main who could write rhymes Doper than the ghost and I suppose its due to my mind Generating millions like I'm Regis, fuck a life line Ya'll can ask the audience, but you already know Steady when I flow But kinda Freddy on the low Sneak into your dreams and plant a seed I need to grow So I can lurk inside your brain like I'm a yeti in the snow

Pop up! When I'm least expected Y'all get knocked up when I bust a set list Everybody's top 5 who I'm neck and neck with Not a rapper alive the ghost can't contend with Won't bend my rules but I bend the spoon. Shoot I learned to rap how Neo learned kung Fu I downloaded the game, then weeded out the lames I just watched and trained, and now I'm here to rule Yuh

BAGHEADDDD

Red tint in my eyes here to flow Got a couple mili bags and a stack of dough Got a red Mazda and Lamborghini Throw on the gas when the coppers see me Had a bad bad dream I lost my success I know it was fake I hear "bags the best" Moving 100 Gs through the system on the daily Hit and run a bust "oh bags gone crazy" I'm hasty got 151 in my Pokédex You see a couple globe trotters in the B-ball vests You see a gingerbread man running from Populus You know what you see KF no one can ever surpass KF when you hear the name you better dash KF we hold the system in our hands and pants KF we got green like Arugula plant

POPULUS

Rolling on the beat like a motherfuckin hollow I'm am a leader and all you bitches follow Stab you till I you hear you scream and hollo Music so god you can call me Apollo Imma make ya head bob like Dylan Then imma put holes in it like Krillian Laughing like a silly fuckin villain Toy story cause I'm always winning Mac like black magic killing tragic Head in traffic SC classic Dodecahedron Mind fleeting Your shrieking And bleeding Bitch Killing Field my home, that's were I belong I feel like I'm trapped but I'm headstrong We all rejects but we still move along

CRYPTIC-X

I'm a mad man with a trashcan and a Tascam Outside your house at night with a gas can Can you sit back an think where it began I can end your whole motherfucking life in a flash man Call me the revenant i be hella malevolent i be Killing these mothafuckas because they irrelevant Into feeling my element yall forgot we intelligent We be killing the field so we always stay relevant

JINX

I been in the Fields ever since I was born Peaks of the green with the valleys fulla gold Where the good is bad and the young die old Least that's what I was told man Walking through the rows Leave the murder scene Man ain't nobody know Walk into the station Finna make it blow Fire to your nation Wanna watch it glow Finale on the news man Sit and watch the show

Eating, pots and pans my dishes Singing, taught there's no witness Fiending, leave that nose to yo business Murder murder my setlist All of y'all gon rep this All of y'all gon get this Giving fucks so feckless Fair-weather fucks you get clapped with the steel We kill in the field so we killas for real

POPULUS

Hop up in the Green Missile Fast as fuck as a pistol shit is shiny as a crystal fire it up, make it sizzle Whee! Thats the sound it makes stop it fast like the brakes lean back eat some grapes Fuck 12 give em shakes Bullet holes, don't give a fuck I swerve right past a red truck Cops stop from going amuck Fuck it up, Hit and run I hit my head into a street light It's fine I'm not bright So get up and I'm all right Everybody shocked at the sight Eyes hanging out, skull shattered Arm off, bones battered limping away, I staggered Green Missile move with ease like Jagger

BAGHEADDDD

Yea my life is to smooth for this shit to be cryptic If my parents kicked me out it be a real nit-pick But I would still skate around town doing kick flips And on my cheek is a mark of red lipstick In the Green Missile riding around the water body The lipstick stain on my cheek is from my shawty Uh, got some eyes on me from a blond hottie Now I'm driving around cruising it sort of my hobby I'm livid in imagination call it what you wannabe Pretty lucky out in the wild, I'm the lion king I like to call myself lucky winning up the lottery Hitting up my EXs to tell them I got that luxury You seen a casino I'm feeling sober like Gambino Trick or treat my candy sweet tho got honey from the bee shows I'm rolling around hillsides I got the green on my car gage Green Missile hits the interstates 90 mph

Vroom Vroom Vroom Get it now Vroom Vroom Vroom 90 mph Vroom Vroom Vroom In the Green Missile Vroom Vroom Vroom Bitch

BAGHEADDDD

Run, I make bitches bleed Run, force em into ketamine Run, put em on the guillotine RUN, I love to hear them scream RUN into the oncoming traffic I'm feeling amazing I'm feeling the magic You dissing on pop so you dissing on bagheadddd I'll rip you right open and feast on your cartilage

We begin popping shit we being marksmen I don't do it for money I do it for pleasure You bitches be weathered like clouds after hours Pop playing like mustard you splatter like ketchup Skiing on skylines Ticking time bombs And I'm ticking the time lines Bitches be crossed I grow my own green and I smoke every puff Get fucked at the function I lose beer pong Making a move and I'm moving a drug Taking a drag and I'm losing a lung Bend a bitch backwards I'm making a muck Running in traffic is so fucking fun

I'm one in a million a super villain who's winning I'm going round killing and killing these heroes not swinging or swimming they sleep in the road and traffic Watching them scatter while panicked laughing and laughing splatter I get to see it happen

POPULUS

I look like the opposite of slenderman but I still make a bitch kill her friend She said talk to the hand So I cut it off and ate it real fast Bagheadddd needs a new mattress It just so happens I'm the hat man Crawl in his bed now he sleeping a fat man Eating spaghetios out a can with Steely Dan Back to back is Royal Scam And she said don't take me alive So I look her in her eyes Threw her in a Iron Maiden Eddie and I watch her cry watch her meet the sky Yeah we killers Send a bitch to purgatory I'm a drifter Steal yo shit we getting gory Pull out the Mac No all he got is them motherfucking dreams Yo death symbolic Wake up see 1000 eyes

CAPTAIN VIII

Oh my goodness What are those boys doing? Prolly acting stupid Prolly acting foolish We are America's failures that they locked inside a box Now enough is enough and it's time for us to pop out!

If you wanna find me I'm at the park With my shirt off tripping balls looking at stars If I went too far I'm beating up cars With a baseball bat that I got from moms Setting off every alarm with my legs spread out six feet apart Telling pedestrians that I'm calm I'm just a futures king securing my position Devoted to opening minds is my only mission Showing people the doors so they can leave their mental prison My work is never done a God is never finished

Oh my goodness What are those boys doing? Prolly acting stupid Prolly acting foolish We are America's failures that they locked inside a box Now enough is enough and it's time for us to pop out!

POPULUS & BAGHEADDDD

America's rejects, tripping off codeine and Percocets We here to crash the mold and break the game just like we Dipset I Drew down my lines and I knew that shit was Golden Americans reject, we put in a mental hold in Missing mansions and messing the menace done mess up im mixing Drugs upon drugs we be sizzlin Listen and pay me attention Kids be kicking rocks and breaking bike locks as missions Efficiently we down our heads like it's a crazy decision it isn't

Simple plan, is this gun in my hand Do I aim it at me or do I shoot my friend Bitch I'm fucking fuming, I don't know what I'm doing America's rejects, that's what that shit do to me Stop, signs we be ignoring and cruising Bitch I'm going insane bitch I'm going plain stupid Leave a girl in distress Oops I gave that bitch lupus Now I'm lucrative like condoms poke a hole in your future like Oops

Oh my goodness What are those boys doing? Prolly acting stupid Prolly acting foolish We are America's failures that they locked inside a box Now enough is enough and it's time for us to pop out!

POPULUS

Kings upon they broken thrones Shattered crowns and throwing stones Crowds falling down into broken bones Sitting high since I'm a cone Chopping heads I'm a guillotine They coming off quick and clean Clean it off make it glean Making sure I'm the last one seen

Shooting bitches Artemis Their arteries ain't hard to miss Leave your boy with holes like swiss And pale as fuck just like Ritz Laughing as your head spin Man I just don't give a shit I kiss your dog and pet your bitch Knock you out with one punch in the pit Get in and throw a fit I'm flourishing I'm killing dreams With a tub of chlorine Wild on this beat Like a feral beast Pushing teeth

Pop my name popping poppers penguins with the 99 Fuck your lime Be sour like a warhead crime Cut you off right on time Made my blade to end your life Pop's the king now treat me right Treat me right treat me right bitch Treat me right treat me right fuck

CHORUS — POPULUS & BAGHEADDDD

In a guillotine Making a fucking scene Hit it and Pop shit The moment you fuckers see Gonna make you bleed Dripping like many funds Bag it up and run That's how you end up

BAGHEADDDD

Accommodate me I don't give a fuck about your silly news I take your silly nudes then hang you dry in the fucking woods Bag bags broken bleeding nosed brats with a bat Feeling like a heart attack when I split your ribs in half Actually I'm the shit Don't break down Imma flow on this bitch Don't stutter It's a build I won't miss Okay now It's a build I won't miss Okay now

Slice the heads slice the heads clean off Slice the head slice the heads clean off Slice the heads slice the heads clean off Guillotine blood dripping all over the fucking floor Slice the head before the ceremony bitch I'm feeling gory Hit 'em with a story Jack and Jill this time they feeling horny Mark 'em with our logo Sc knife strikes on the fucking face Watch your drink before you get that shit laced

CHORUS — POPULUS & BAGHEADDDD

In a guillotine I'm making a fucking scene Hit it and Pop shit The moment you fuckers see Gonna make you bleed Dripping like many funds Bag it up and run That's how you end up