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Abjeenzz - Mccree Philosophy Ii Official Feat Dj Mad Dicks Jack Phkeog Abjeenzz Rylergrindset Big Cord Lyrics

[Intro: Overwatch TTS, KingNinjaMiner, Phkeog, & Salvador Peralta]
L_?
KingNinjaMiner
Yodeleyodeleheehoo! (AppleBottomJeenzz…)


[Verse 1: KingNinjaMiner]
Feelin’ philosophical, I’m down right mathematical
Feelin’ this beat cuz it’s straight diabolical
Digits on the board and they won’t ever be an obstacle
Man I’m on fire, go call up the hospital (haha)
Shout out to my silly, finna be chronicle
You are the best cuz this is psychological
They call me a genius it’s not ironical
Not an illusion since this is all optical (huh ho!)
Livin’ in my head, should call you the voices
Rappin’ game strong, since there is no substitute (hmmm?)
Nothin’ to do so I hear out the noises
Lock me up and put me in an institute (hm, hmmm)
They call me Sanji, know who the cook is
I opеn up a book, feelin’ all cute (hmmm?!)
Loving to learn so I ask wherе’s the pop quiz
Got a large IQ, don’t call me a brute (hm, hmmm)


[Verse 2: DJ MAD DICKS & JACK]
It’s DJ MAD DICKS and I’m up on the mic-y (yeah)
She gave me bad head, me no likey (mmm)
Didn’t ask for her number, JACK call me the fumbler
But Miller’s a mumbler, they call me the rumbler (yuh)
My hands were fine until I played Mario
At least I’m not FDR… he got Polio (wha?)
At least I’m not in English with… Ms. Arguello (yuh)
At least I’m not dating… Ross Cicatello (yuh)
I am the MD MC from Maryland
Remmey’s father is all up on that heroin (dayum)
Me and the boys (ooh) up in Anne Arundel (mmm)
I heard his dad bought by the bundle (shit)
My hands are struggling, but not from juggling (yuh)
All of this knowledge can sure be real puzzling (yuh)
Got a crisp Lincoln, my sub is not sinkin’ (yuh)
They call me Chris-Chan the way I’m not drinkin’
[Verse 3: Phkeog]
Hoppin’ on this track with nibba we the dream team (yuh)
Shooting arrows at him yeah they goin’ through his spleen (yuh)
The way I'm ridin’ with my nina they call me McCree (yuh)
Catch ya clique talking and we goin’ on a spree (uh)
Catch him talking and we gon walk ‘em down they can’t flee
Catch him walking with a dirty stain on his Fortnite tee
I’ma slash you all down like my name is Junker Queen
I see how you moving boy I know you tryna be me
Cross to his chest like he christian, bitch (yuh)
Tripped on yourself like you’re Chris-Chan, bitch (yuh)
You smell like a lil’ fish sandwich (uh)
I hit every shot with no missed chances (yuh)
Beatin’ on that boy ‘till he sounds like Pachimari
Layin’ down the law like my name is Hammurabi
Chillin’ with Alecks and the hoes eating souvlaki
Endin’ all this shit cause you know like I’m Nagasaki
(CS:GO Bomb Explosion)

[Interlude: CS:GO Announcer & JACK]
Terrorists Win
DJ ABJEENZZ really go crazy wit dat beet…

[Verse 4: ABJEENZZ]
I suggest you expect your infected suspicions
My nocturnal visions are my own conditions
Dividing the time between numbered religions
Dissecting the grime that began by provisions
Let the power process engulf your conscience
You cope with the ‘Cree but defend all your nonsense
Forgotten despondence but still not the fondest
Living while they chatter how con left, abscondence
I don’t know a Jenny
But I do know fuckers owe a couple of pennies
Vengeance a-plenty, desire is heady
I’ll burn him down and they won’t think to condemn me
Sinning blokes grinning, hope’s spinning her yarn
They’re imprinting beyond like the Holy Qur’an
Paranoia’s poison door opens upon
The Northern fence of Jewtown in Kazakhstan
[Verse 5: RylerGrindset]
My lines are done, I’m stealing a racecar (yuh)
Did you know that racecar spelt backwards is racecar
Like damn (bruh), that’s a palindrome (yuh)
And I’m on my throne (baby gronk), and I’m in the zone (pshh)
I’ve been wondering, oh I dunno (what?)
She asked me if I cheated I said, oh I dunno (what the heck?)
Chilling with my cats their names Goku and Noodles (baby)
I need to feed them I feed them toaster strudels (gronk)
My bars take so long they cook in a slow cooker (yuh)
Throw some projectiles I’m flicking my boogers (wowzers)
I put ice in my ramen call that cold pasta (pasta)
Alfredo for dinner I’m making more pasta (pasta!)
I need to finish my verse (bruh)
Writing this shit was the worst (okay), I had to do it (skadoosh)
Baby gronk rizz king picked up Livvy in Ohio
W rizz, he picks up gyatts, that’s his style (mmm Yeah)

[Verse 6: BIG CORD]
Jettin’ out of school while I'm taking sips of creatine
I’m the king of cool like mothafuckin’ Steve McQueen
Let you flick your mouse on me to test your sensitivity
Pressin’ Q to stick it to ‘em, fan the hammer, I’m McCree
First I’m off to Rialto to get my ass completely kicked
I wouldn't mind Nepal if it wasn't such a piece of shit
Quick swap over to Hollywood, then crash down at Oasis
Calling Havana good would be just short of antiphrasis
3.1 Buick sippin’ on unleaded like a Kool-Aid
Ran a man over now he gonna need a Band-Aid
Got a big iron and a steed I'm a renegade
Now I’m pressin’ Q, got you stuck with a grenade (grenade out)
Here I am to blow your brains upon the curbside
Although I'm outta ammo I’m fed up with all this landslide
But I tried, now I’m fried, barely alive
So I will now commit suicide (suicide)
(Gunshot)
[Outro: BUTCHY KID VIDEOS & KingNinjaMiner]
So that’s how this binge-eating junk food junkie stays so skinny?
KingNinjaMiner, signing off