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[where the huntIntro]
New World
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New Order
New Order

[Verse 1: Meechy
All the homies say I'm dead
Amen, smoke weed, shit
All these rappers be on meds
So why should I give a how to fit
Heard you don't even bang
But twisting up the fingers in the flicks
you gotta have a good aim
When you're shooting from the
New Order, baby baby
Please smarter, instead of harder
That New Order
The world is mine, so why the fuck would I you a portion
New Order
No calm shit, revolvin', guns that start riots
so round and soft, I left a palm print
I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty armpit

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

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

[Verse 2: Zombie
Ain't no rivalry, no hide and seek
Bang bang, rather you me
rapper, just a bunch of chatter
Come 'round my way the boat sink
My gets 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 rastas
Your baby girl slurp me like some
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 Order, we the gang now

Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
New Order
New World

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

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

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

New Order
New Order
New Order
New Order
New Order
New Order
Rebel with no cause, homie to the slaughter