Crash blossoms party

[Intro]

[Verse 1: AOL]

Check it

It’s Mrs. “who the fuck are you again?”, still smoking stupid shit

Retro flows, everything old is new again

Pussies talking shit on the net down lugubrious

Drum magazine got the chop doin rudiments, bitch

It’s a Crash Blossoms party, everyone’s invited

So round up all the pretty bitches, get some bud and light it

My team is comin with a vengeance, you can’t fuckin fight it

My fuckin swag on a million, it’s no surprise you bite it (ha!)

All these fratboys think they Jack Harlow

And all the dinosaurs still got they bars low

And then there’s me, posted up chuffin Marlboros

AOL something like rap James Ferraro

It’s the return of the boom bap, the blog raps

Breakbeats by doin’ fine smack like car crash

Shit, here’s the description of the suspect:

Black leather jacket, SD on the ballcap

It’s real, man

[Verse 2: zombAe]

[Verse 3: doin' fine]