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[where the huntIntro]
New Order
New World
New Order
New Order

1: Meechy Darko]
All the homies say I'm dead
Amen, weed, talk shit
All these rappers be on pain
So why should I a fuck how to fit
Heard you don't even bang
But you're twisting up the 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 World
The is mine, so why the fuck would I give you a portion
New World
No calm shit, revolvin', bust guns start riots
Booty so round and soft, I left a print
I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, under armpit

Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
New World
New World

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
You know we make
Burn light, hickory
Niggas 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 Heath Ledger shit, smash pencil
my stencil
Soaking up the swag that I excude, so excuse this my next move All the best do their own
I'm harder on these cold fronts
Roll blunts, kickin' back the crows hunt
[?]
Head up in the clouds, seen my nose run
Don't front, not a you can pose on
Something for ass, and a glass you can toast on
Boy you got the scope on and he both arms
keep it concealed, know we gotta show gun

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

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