Devil’s Luck Rustage (Ft. McGwire)

[Chorus: McGwire]
Woah, hold up your flagons and raise up the sails
Masthead a battened, so we take 'em off our tails
We don't fly off the wagon, we don't leave any ale
And so we go a tracking with a luck that never fails

[Verse 1: Rustage]
Uh, you don't wanna come for the crew, you got nothing to prove
I'm like Duros - how you get blocked
Animated - how my flocks on the move
Line up dots on your dudes like Verona, it's a headshot
Goodmen 'cause we rocking the suit,
We be turning the Paige, one tick off the chеckbox
Knives out, something Doxie would do,
'Causе I'm dealing with snakes got more venom than Hemlock
We blow up more than V going crazy
Whole bunch of clowns, we deceiving the navy
New kind of strategist, I take on savages
I make him pacifist like he eating with Gravy
Run for your life if your age above eighty,
They wanna fight, but they can't hit my AC
Think you're a Big Top, but you a Little Timmy
I'm like Timberlord - how I make green
Top of the sea
We be like animals, feel like a boss in our genes
And they do not go by Steve
All of these bozos be acting like comic relief
Fantastical Falyn, I switch up a body and leave
Ain't ever stopping the team
They wanna roll up the dice, when I fly by like Pearl and I'm dropping the heat