Machines Kwengface & CB

[Intro: CB]
(FRE3, FRE3)
(R14)
I mean, let's be honest
Some of the lyrics, some of the words in drill music are pretty horrific, aren't they?
You know, I put Rambo blades in chests, Take That Risk, by CB
It's not good, is it?

[Verse 1: CB]
Who's talkin' what? Anywhere goes they know I ain't into this talkin' stuff
We called his bluff
Fuck with the Gs, I'll squeeze nonstop 'til this corn is done
Theylie on tracks
Talk 'bout I dropped my crisps, these lies gonna get you bun
I'll corn his mum
They ain't really on what I'm on, so stop with this talkin' tough
Really a savage, the life that I spit, I live
Trust, man, I ain't just rappin'
Really do crashing's, yeah, we had Newham on ropеs
That was main gang on madness
Really on badness, way bеfore I gripped that pole
TrustI was doin' up stabbings, my knifework ments
Nigga if you slip, get drenched, go ask the opps what happened
Got beef with cowards on roads, them man run and hide
'Til them man hide in showers, they ain't on piss
Yeah-yeah, I already said that shit, don't compare me to none of these rappers
Really on volts
I ain't gotta talk, they know, really-really tryna take their souls
Really tryna get man down, really tryna turn them loud, G packs got 'nuff to go 'round ('Round)
If you fuck with the set, get drenched
If you fuck with the gang, get packed
My aim is still intact, I've done **** bootings and **** whacked
Yeah-yeah-yeah we're the kings of shellings
Yeah, we're the kings of the 7th
When I get 'round there it's a murder, I ain't tryna hear no attempted