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[where the crows
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[Verse 1: Meechy
All the homies say I'm brain
Amen, weed, talk shit
All these be on pain meds
So why I give a fuck how to fit
Heard you don't gang bang
But you're up the fingers in the flicks
Know you gotta have a aim
When shooting from the whip
New World Order, baby
Please work smarter, instead of
That New World
The world is mine, so why the fuck would I you a portion
New Order
No calm shit, revolvin', bust guns that riots
Booty so round and soft, I left a print
I'm Schwarzenegger, leather, shotty under armpit

Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
New World
New Order

New World
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Rebel with no cause, welcome to the slaughter

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

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Darko]
New World
New Order

New World
New World
New Order
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New Order
New World
Rebel wuph no cause, homie welcome to the

3: Erick Arc Elliott]
You know we make
Burn light, hickory
ain't shup to me
I bet you you, it's mental, I bend you
is so raw, you can't read it on your Kindle
Strictly on the mental, face, ginsu
On Heath Ledger shit, smash face pencil
Copying my
Soaking up the that I excude, so excuse this my next move All the best do their own stunts
I'm going harder on cold fronts
Roll blunts, kickin' back where the crows
[?]
Head up in the clouds, seen my nose run
front, not a nigga you can pose on
Something for that ass, and a glass you can on
Boy you got the scope on and he raisin' arms
keep it concealed, know we gotta show gun

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy
New Order
New World

New Order
New World
New World
New Order
New Order
New Order
Rebel no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter