Yeah, I got my boy 21 pence
We about to bring this C.N.G
Fore you ask let me make some sense
This ain't an exam it's a PhD

MC TRAY C:
Yeah we'll be killing those witches
Getting money rags to riches
All those who leave us with stitches
It's our time to shine bitches
Mystic Mac back on the mic
Thought I was gone well dude sike
Back better than ever with the one and only
21 pence take over from hеre homie

21 pencе:
Fuck a goth we jump on their heads
Break their boards like the ones on beds
Wear your brains under my boots
Ugly motherfucker now you look cute
Head mashed with my fix of the day
Play with your guts, mold them clay
Come bite the apple, keep that doctor at ease
When I'm done with you nothing but grease

Yeah bitch run up on me I'll make you shit
Try touch me I'll smash yo fucking face prick
I'm last cunt you wanna confuse
I'll fuck you in the ass and pull the final fuse
Listened to your vibes it just ain't it
Those kinda rhymes belong in the pit
Like my trousers my mouth is coming loose
I'll fuck you in the ass and pull that final fuse



MC TRAY C:
Why don't we drop in, rush in, baby I'm blushing
When I'm mf munching, heroin
Eat that ass, I got that dessert
After I'm done with you I'll desert
Dont need your heart, only need that purse
Don't give it now, I'll put you in a hurse
I'm the last mf you want to mess with
I'd tell you more bout how I feel, but I'll take the 5th

21 PENCE:
Amendment but there's no ammending
Your body to hell, I'll send it
Heat up that body fore it turns to ashes
And I don't mean petrol jeez
Call it fucked up that's okay
I have the balls to say what I say
Laugh again? I'm taking pride
Y'all can howl but still hide haha

Yeah bitch run up on me I'll make you shit
Try touch me I'll smash yo fucking face prick
I'm last cunt you wanna confuse
I'll fuck you in the ass and pull the final fuse
Listened to your vibes it just ain't it
Those kinda rhymes belong in the pit
Like my trousers my mouth is coming loose
I'll fuck you in the ass and pull that final fuse
Tray C: Ayo, Chris you hear what they say

21: What's up

Tray C: These dudes think we're Cray Cray

21: yes sir

Tray C: Let's do it then, nothing to lose

21: fuck it, this was the final fuse


21 pence: *explosion*