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[where the crows
New World
New Order
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[Verse 1: Meechy
All the homies say I'm dead
Amen, smoke weed, shit
All these rappers be on meds
So why should I a fuck how to fit
Heard you don't gang bang
But you're twisting up the fingers in the
Know you gotta have a 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 would I you a portion
New Order
No calm shit, revolvin', guns that start riots
Booty so round and soft, I a palm print
I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty armpit

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

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

2: Zombie Juice]
Ain't no rivalry, ain't no and seek
Bang bang, you than me
Another rapper, just a bunch of
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 some rastas
Your baby girl slurp me like pasta
Hotel looking a trap house
Tour bus looking a frat house
I like the way she looking her ass out
She [?] mad now
it AK, nigga bring the bands out
It's a New Order, we the gang now

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

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

3: Erick Arc Elliott]
You know we history
Burn light, hickory
ain't shup to me
I bet you offend you, it's mental, I you
Shit is so raw, you read it on your Kindle
Strictly on the mental, face, ginsu
On some Ledger shit, smash face pencil
Copying my
Soaking up the swag that I excude, so excuse my next move All the best do their own stunts
I'm going harder on these fronts
Roll blunts, kickin' where the crows hunt
[?]
Head up in the clouds, never 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' both
Can't keep it concealed, know we gotta gun

Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
New Order
New Order

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