Spider Gang - INTRO

[Intro: Lil Darkie]
There is nothing wrong with your television setDo not attempt to adjust the pictureWe are controlling transmissions
Hahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]
Eight legs move on the ceiling, eight legs, eight legs move on the ceiling
Moving unseen in the dark, unfeeling, moving unseen in the dark, unfeeling
I feel like a spider that got human feelings, I feel like a spider way I get so fly
Way I eat so good and way I get so high, I got all this time and I spend it wise
Spider Gang dead, was it ever alive? Is this an elaborate illusion?
Hop in the pit and get a contusion, Spider Gang chaos, God of confusion
Control of perception is possible, they got you on a stick like a popsicle
You are your only obstacle, you are your only obstacle
Yeah, big bankrolls, buy more stuff, other human beings don’t like you enough
Eat like shit, heart grow cold, break your bones tryna fit in the mold
Suck my dick, make my night, you don’t know shit, I know I’m right
Braindead motherfuckers suckin' up life like a vampire, I got nothing in me but bite

[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Yeah, yeah, that’s my problem, y’all couldn’t fuck with me
Too many people wanted me dead, catching up with me
Now every time I get in the bed they what’s up with me
Focused on getting myself fed and getting money
Fuck rap ten times over
None of you motherfuckers are really that soldier
Think I would rap better if I could stay sober
Y’all ain’t heard of half the shit in that folder
Fuck it I’ma be about that shit until I’m dead
Fuckin’ get fired if you touch my friends
Start to get worried ‘bout the money I spent
‘Til the next month hit then I cover my rent
Back outside for the 12-pack
Fuck it, I don’t know a thing about a white flag
Fifteen over, fits be all black
Fuck it I’ma need a hundred more racks
Get back, bitch
[Verse 3: CXRPSE]
Me and my niggas making a compilation
Make up some fire, we burnin' like the fire station
Roam underground, we need the reparations
Stack up the plates, don’t need no preparation
Uh, we making money and touring and it don’t stop
Bet you some money that yo’ song gon’ flop
I got some sons, they spawn out of my cock
Spider Gang album done, now we on top
Ain’t nobody better, can’t question shit
All you niggas never get the messagin’
I be like stepping on they necks to win
Ama Dama, I had to break to let the pressure end
Now I’m getting older and I’m jaded, but I made it, and they hate it
I’m behaving in a way that leave ‘em shakin’
Why they begging for a placement?
Started out in a basement, upgrade to a crib, complacent
All the negativity couldn’t phase him
Take your favorite rapper and erase him, nigga, fuck

[Verse 4: BRUHMANEGOD]
Uh, uh, uh
I lay ya down kicks like Xiaoyu, I can’t think of nobody I can’t outdo
Tryna get like us, you better watch a how-to, I be like "Wow, cool, he can kinda bounce too"
I’m in the venue riding with a loud crew
Give yourself an aneurysm, tryna live how I do
Give a fuck about racks, take a shit in my pool
You can’t do it like me, I could do it like you
Don’t nobody ever got shit to say when you tryna talk about it
Spider Gang the truth, you can’t walk around it
Spider Gang in the building, got you walking out it everytime, no fail
I don’t think there’s anyone behind those cells
And you may be up now, but time will tell
Guess there’s nothing to do, guess there’s no way back
And now the whole wave tapped, and nothing gon’ change that
[Verse 5: MKULTRA]
These lyrics do not exist, I’m an AI rapper, made a hit (Damn)
Run this song backwards I might’ve mixed
There’s a message in here, one they gonna miss
Painting pictures in back of your eyelids (Eyelids)
This the vision, I can’t define it (Define it)
You gotta be looking to find it, you looking but you are behind it (Find it, behind it)
I get, I get, I get, I get this grub, all you bitches know
I'ma make you listen, take control, this that Interpol
I'ma put this acid in your skull, these head’s gonna blow
I’m brainwashing everyone who go tune into the show (Show)

[Verse 6: Wendigo]
Stupid ass rappers, rich n' down down bad
Rappers in the courtroom’s going out sad
Rappers in the interview’s going out sad
Rappers in the label meeting’s going out sad
Stupid ass rappers, rich n’ down bad
They’re at the label meeting, giving it all up
Label man rubbing coins, counting cash up
And they take a female rapper and they make her fuck
I hit the track, Wendi sounding like cash
I’m in Houston, bitches, thick large ass
I’ma hit the bat like a swat team attack
And I drop her at the What-A-Burger, she getting fat
I’m a stupid ass rapper, I’m rich and buried up
R.I.P. the men who died from the double cup (Rest in peace)
R.I.P. the men who died from serving Uncle Sam
It’s not about The Hand, it’s about The Man
[Verse 7: EDDISON]
Yeah, walk in this bitch, start dining
I like to chill with the perky inside me
Lonely, I don’t got one person beside me
Sporty and rich, I catch a ball like a homy
Those who keep talking, I tell ‘em up it up on me
I mix the Prada on me with new Balenci’
I need my pills, otherwise, I’m acting pissy
I just walked in this bitch and they know it’s Big Double D
Big Double D, I’m the sauciest, yes, turn some pussy niggas into bodies, yes
You coming in second like Mitt Romney, yes
Yeah, you getting your legs broke, you climb these steps
I'm Mr. Krabs with the money, because I try me best
It’s a battle royale, until it's just me left
And I’m Himphobic, don’t give a fuck what he says
Boy, you big bogus, you is not the one that’s geekin’
Like, lick, lick, lick, I’m in this bitch, they sucking they teeth
I’m with this bitch, she suckin’ on me
Sucking my meat, big Double D, ooh
Sniffing these pills, 'til I can’t see, ooh
Walk in my track, this the belly of the beast
Nigga’s talking crazy, I'ma put his ass to sleep
Pop a blue and touch the moon, like Apollo 13
Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 8: SOLSA]
Open your eyes, what do you see? Open your ears, can you hear me?
Open your mind, destroy the screen, too much info, know what I mean?
Shut the window, getting noisy, no one keep you here, you can leave
Wishing you'd dictate when you breathe, on the leash and 'dicted with ease
Take a pic, say, "Cheese," 'member when you used to climb trees?
'Member fallin' on bloody knees?
Days are gone, take a selfie please
Face on the web, is that for sale?
How much you want? Let me buy your life
Online validation is jail, we can break you out if you like

[Interlude: CUBENSIS & ]
Don’t got on Chanel ()
Don’t got-don’t got on Chanel ()
Don’t got-don’t got on Chanel ()
Don’t got-don’t got on Chanel ()

[Verse 9: CUBENSIS & ]
Uh, big rack spender, ten-K dinner
Hundred racks made, I’m a goddamn winner
Piggybank man, I am the piggybank man
Drippin' like a sink with my feet in the sand
Take a couple dollars (Nope), bitch, I’m a baller (Yup)
Bitch, you a monster (Nope), I ain’t got balls (Yup)
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[Verse 10: CHRIST DILLINGER]
I wake up and got high to deal with the pain
I feel like Muhammad Ali when he step in the ring
I try to understand niggas, that shit be bringing me pain
These niggas mad, they say all music sounds the same
You wanna know why all music sounds the same?
Look in the mirror, you’re the reason why shit sounds the same
You the one making rap niggas famous off TikTok
You made niggas famous off ten-second TikTok's
Your attention spans not long enough to digest music that’s not in the form of a ten-second TikTok
Rap niggas talkin' 'bout killin', shakin' they ass on TikTok
Look in the mirror, you’re the problem
This nigga talkin' 'bout me on Reddit, I’ma rob him
Big .45 is not a revolver, baby Glock so big, it’s damn near a toddler
I say what I say, I do what I want
You want me to scream on the beat, that’s what you want?
You think your opinion really means something
You on Reddit typing like your opinion means something
What kind of artist lets people dictates what they make?
I’ma rap how I want because I’m not fake
It’s an honor I showed up, don’t care if I’m late
So go ahead, go nuts, go ape
'Cause nowadays all you niggas seem to do is hate
It seem like niggas forgot where they came from
I don’t rap to rap nigga, I rap to say some

[Verse 11: Afourteen]
S-S-Seems like every time we step in the building, motherfucker tryna say some shit
What you want from us?
Couple years ago, no one show up to a show, now, they push up to the front, to the front for us
‘Round 2018, used to scream into a mic, goddamn
Motherfucker used to never like who I am
Counting so much money, I need multiple hands
I see you sign a label deal, how the dick feel?
And now you getting no money, oh this shit real
And I still think it’s so funny how they want something from me
Once again how the fuck does the dick feel?
Fucking fuck 'em up, fuck it, lace it up
Every room we in, we fucking run it up
And then we roll the runner-ups up
You think I never gave a fuck? Yes
While we wrapping up these fucking faggots tryna jack the swag
But they know we the best, that's forever
And I don’t give a fuck, bitch, come and take this pic'
Tryna hop up on the stage, gettin’ punched out quick
Every city that we in, yeah, we run that shit, still sayin’, "Spider Gang"
While we fuck yo' bitch, real shit

[Verse 12: mesq]
Yeah, pull up behind and get your target, leave ‘em to die
Hasn’t got dark yet, sun out the sky
Bless out the moon, this is our goodbye
Too soon and I’m fully fitted
I’ma go on another mission, taking two guns and a bat
I don’t know where I’m at, but the games are the best
I’ma put a gun to his head
I'm fully loaded, I told everyone I shouldn’t hold it
I think I’ma shoot it, I was polluted
Grab the pistol and he getting rebooted, acting all foolish
Nigga I’ll die tonight, but promise you dyin' first
Leaving you in the dirt
Everybody on the earth (Huh, huh)
Anybody on the earth (Huh, huh, hua)

[Outro]
Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over
Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over
Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over
Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over
Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over
Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over
Spider Gang is over, Spider Gang is over
Spider Gang is over

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