Songtexte: Mellowhype. Chordaroy.

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Chordaroy, chordaroy
Chordaroy, ch-chordaroy

(Earl Sweatshirt)
We come through moppin' like janitors
Smokin' kush nuggets the size of fuckin' tarantulas
Blow got me amped as fuck, ho niggas backin' up
And that nigga $hort, tell that nigga Jasper swag me up
Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how to fuck?
Our number one fans is faggots that used to laugh at us
Tell me who rad as us
And the answers was, "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just the day after dust"
Yeah, the ?? take a head, chop it off
No father, fuck being proper bitch, we poppin' off
And to top it off we droppin' monster monologues
That's hot enough to piss your local arson off
That's me spinning these fucking garbage-tossers
You niggas' niggas get familiar with the art of loss
Switch swag on you little dick fags (with yo bitch-ass)
You fuckin' dead bitch, chips up off my ?? (with yo bitch-ass)

She called me crazy, he called me crazy
They called me shady
But it's a chordaroy life I'm livin' baby
I'm livin' baby, I'm livin' baby
It's the chordaroy life and you called me shady
Called me crazy, called me lazy, I ain't ya baby
It's the chordaroy life that I'm livin' hazy
It's the chordaroy life that I'm livin', phase me

(Hodgy)
People love Hodgy, I hate you though
I don't precipitate bitch, I H20
And I move across your membrane, you lose against my insane
Thoughts, 'cause you're an outside tryin' to get in brain
I like girls, but I don't fuck with tramps
I'm elephant tusk and they succulence
Shave off my boot hairs deciduously
Break jaws, Mr. Vigora, rigorously
I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze
I cop weed for less of a percentage than I fuckin' plot seeds
New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection
Bitch I got my swag card, natural protection
Pocket with a cache-full of bashful weapons
I brandish and flash tools and have fools steppin'
I'm a geophyte, move under the ground 'til I can see the light
Feed niggas shells like my motherfuckin' beach is nice

She called me crazy, he called me crazy
They called me shady
But it's a chordaroy life I'm livin' baby
I'm livin' baby, I'm livin' baby
It's the chordaroy life and you called me shady
Called me crazy, called me lazy, I ain't ya baby
It's the chordaroy life that I'm livin' hazy
It's the chordaroy life that I'm livin', phase me

(Wolf Haley)
When I say Wolf Gang, you say "Fuck that!"
Room full of wolves, inhalers and used bluntwraps
Fingers in the middle of bitches' bodacious buttcracks
Enough fuckin' athiest rappers to get a nun slapped
This that fuck music, let a couple sluts use it
Show they boobs, and I hop out the booth when I'm done poopin'
Grab a couple gats, stuff 'em in the backpack
Then take them to school for Show & Tell day, screamin' "Fuck students!"
Packin' up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dust
Could fucking splat and show you the fuckin' Iraq in us
A bunch of fuckin' wolves and rats havin' niggas the size of Shaq
Backin' up, like Juvenile's biggest fan was a moving truck
Killin' these niggas off quick
Don't believe me, then watch me empty out a full clip
Trigger being pulled, niggers in the ditch
That wasn't bullets, that was copies of Bastard you bitch!

She called me crazy, he called me crazy
They called me shady
But it's a chordaroy life I'm livin' baby
I'm livin' baby, I'm livin' baby
It's the chordaroy life and you called me shady
Called me crazy, called me lazy, I ain't ya baby
It's the chordaroy life that I'm livin' hazy
It's the chordaroy life that I'm livin', phase me