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[Verse 1: Darko]
All the homies say I'm brain
Amen, smoke weed, shit
All these rappers be on pain
So why should I give a how to fit
Heard you don't even bang
But you're twisting up the fingers in the
Know you have a good aim
When you're shooting the whip
New World Order, baby
Please smarter, instead of harder
That New Order
The world is mine, so why the fuck I give you a portion
New World
No calm shit, revolvin', bust that start riots
Booty so round and soft, I a palm print
I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty under

[Chorus: Erick Arc and Meechy Darko]
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with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter

[Verse 2: Zombie
Ain't no rivalry, ain't no and seek
bang, rather you than me
Another rapper, a bunch of chatter
Come 'round my way the boat sink
My lifestyle unusual, [?] talking about the usual
It's in my blood, it's in my
You niggas out here, like some thots
I'm really out here, eating with some
Your baby girl slurp me like pasta
Hotel looking like a house
Tour bus looking like a frat
I the way she looking with her ass out
She [?] mad now
Call it AK, bring the bands out
a New World Order, we the gang now

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Darko]
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Rebel wuph no cause, welcome to the slaughter

[Verse 3: Erick Arc
You know we make
Burn your light,
Niggas ain't to me
I bet you offend you, it's mental, I you
Shit is so raw, you can't read it on Kindle
Strictly on the mental, slice face,
On Heath Ledger shit, smash face pencil
my stencil
Soaking up the that I excude, so excuse this my next move All the best do their own stunts
I'm harder on these cold fronts
Roll blunts, kickin' back the crows hunt
[?]
Head up in the clouds, never seen my run
Don't front, not a nigga you can on
Something for ass, and a glass you can toast on
Boy you got the on and he raisin' both arms
Can't keep it concealed, know we gotta gun

Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
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Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the

New Order
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