YARHGANG back online, uh
YARHGANG back online, uh
YARHGANG back online keep your distance
Get this secondhand Sonoma smoking packs I get addicted
I'm conflicted paranoia I might cave your head in
Wish your grandma a goodnight because I miss her lots of love for all the
I know you on that gurp shit but
What about that purp shit
That jelly belly terp shit
You act like I don't know this
What the h-e double hockey sticks
Your album's on a floppy disk
You work for crusted nerves diagnostics
May I be excused from the table while I go off real quick
I feel like Vivek Ramasquamy
Transgender Muammar al Gaddafi
I'm off that million dollar socialist pack
Put me in a self-defense situation and I'll eat your ass
No onion motherfucker
That missile is targeted to the giant's current position
Yeah, I don't think I remember asking you a goddamn thing
I'm morticiously vicious
Broke my mouse cause I got a mean Gmail
Tracked it down to a house in Michigan
I opened the mail slot and sicked 100 spiders on his ass
Better think twice don't fuck with me again
I'm like Dennis the Menace
But my name isn't Dennis (It's Torge!)
Just setup a new router
But my traffic still venomous
YARHGANG reconnected back online, there's no need to stress
I'm lagging out, think I should've done a speed test
I rebooted the router
We must have lost power
Entity G
Seven tries to make me
Three trillion and counting to fuckin' stop me
I got letters in my brackets, I'm following syntax
I got stains all on the glass and I'm chuggin' the Windex
Cena's in my sights, been practicin' my suplex
Keep all the names of the fallen in my mothafuckin' rolodex
Got that 4096 QAM, you could say that I'm linked in
But I keep it organized on a corkboard, your face on a pushpin
I'm waitin' for Sunday to take you out with the cans in the bin
Make peace with your upper half, cause I'm trashin' your shins