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green like yaddle - basement guys lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1]
nate, stitch up your b*lls, just like you’re nick
he always pretending that he got a d*ck
i’ll burn down your house, yeah, i’ll fl!ck my bic
arjun oiled up, yeah, he’s really sl!ck
i had to do it to him, he’s super thick
konst’ throwing up gang signs, i took a pic
nate has some aids, and he has some ticks
josh is on cnfans to buy some ricks
you getting real fat, eating some micks
donalds, i’ll turn you to a rainbow, like ronald
lloyd’s always quacking like his name is donald
not trump, but on wednesday, arjun gets humped
woke up in bed, his eyes had some bumps
nate, i’ll drop your body in a dump
evann’s rap career in a real slump
i gotta do summer school because i flunked
arjun ass is crusty, but he’s not a punk
luca can’t even get to the top bunk
i’ll k!ll josh, put his body in the trunk
nate got a small wiener, it must’ve shrunk
fingers in his ass just to clean out the gunk
i meant guck, the sh*t done by miguel
nate shut the f*ck up and take this big l
you always rip ass; boy get the frig out
*duck noises*
why would i listen to someone named lloyd
when i beat your ass, i’ll be overjoyed
i’ll turn your assh0l* into a gaping black void
you think you’re the man, you’re a little boy
arjun might like you
you’re freakishly tall, like a kaiju
your ass is bald, like caillou
you have some big cake, like tiramisu
matisse, your family doesn’t care about you
arjun likes new kanye, guess he’s a n*z*
haley needs new glasses, ‘cause she cannot see
‘jun beggin’ me to shoot him with a glock, “please”
i did it and sent him back to the lobby
nate gooning in a sock, like he’s dobby
i’m lost as f*ck, i drink kush and i eat lean
yo josh, come suck on my big “k*c*i*d”
i meant “d*i*c*k,” i’ll hit you nine times
go to the station and confess to my crimes
f*ck josh, he made the beat
[verse 2]
f*ck you, taeghan, suck on my meat, ha
nate’s gooning, best send him to rehab
i’m gonna go prank call teresa
arjun looks straight out a street lab
yo, what’s up? like jeffrey, i’m boutta f*ck you up
he don’t got a nose, so how am i a smelly f*ck?
i’m gonna run over ellie with my green monster truck
evann, i’m gonna smack you in the face with a f*cking hockey puck
if i wanna be black, nate wants to be asian
he won’t eat ice, call that tax evasion
if arjun bends over, commence ej*cul*tion
international civil aviation organization
t’ queefed as i nutted in his b*tt, call that a creampie fart
when nate came, it flew, i think about five yards
arjun, i hope you drown in a pool with no lifeguard
my arms are sweaty
nate’s b*tt is heavy
pull up on t’, and rob him and his granny
jugged them for a honey pack and a penny
why’s this girl look like a clown, wait that’s ellie
said “wassup” to gurt, and then he said, “yo”
just like my name’s civ, b*tch, “ts pmo”
shut the f*ck up before i put you on a body pillow
i’ll throw you in a white van, and then i’ll s*x traffic you, bro
arjun’s has a girlfriend, but she’s only nine
i’m gonna touch your bacon, you’re my little swine
i’m gonna shove my p*n*s where the sun don’t shine
taeghan, talkin’ crazy, you best get in line
i gutted taeghan’s nuts, and left no evidence
yeah, yeah, arjun cums mud, h*ll yeah
arjun cums mud when he gets p*n*s in his b*tt
nate touched on ruby, yuh, then fondled his booty
i giggle at the word “duty”
make me a smoothie out of ‘jun’s goochie, huh
then i went and watched me a movie, yuh
[verse 3]
put some iron in your mouth and pull the trigger
quiet down, quiet down, taeghan’s mad at us
pop a shot, or two, arjun acting nefarious
josh pantsin’ us, he be the scariest
my money green, asparagus
open a dictionary, f*ck is multifarious?
dissin’ these hoes is hilarious
josh be stimming, like darius
back it up or i’ll strap it up
tie it up or i’ll fry it up
man it up or i’ll line it up
fine enough, time to mark it up
*shushing* quiet, quiet
i ain’t scared of sh*t, b*tch, arjun say to my face, face
i ain’t scared of sh*t, b*tch, heavy like a mace, mace
i ain’t scared of sh*t, b*tch, i’ll make your heart race, race
i ain’t scared of sh*t, b*tch, come and have a taste, taste
i ain’t scared of sh*t, b*tch, i’ll hang ‘em with a lace, lace
bass, bass, turn up the bass, bass
turn up the* turn up the* turn up the* *shushing* (god)
time to go back, back, way back when
remember your house, josh? i’ll do it again
down another spike trap, scarin’ my friend
got a list of people i’ve been meaning to offend
taeghan, close your mouth, you ain’t no 10/10s
josh’s verse, want me another “f*ckgen”
i didn’t come here to make no amends
writing another classic for the next ‘jun function
i just* i just* fancy on ‘em
pull a pants*y on ‘em
throw blue bands*y on ‘em
put a trance*y on ‘em
throw blue bands*y on ‘em
i just* i just* fancy on ‘em
throw a nancy at ‘em
i just* i just* blue bands*y on ‘em
put a romance*y on ‘em
f*ck the guys in seattle
my b*tch green, like yaddle
bury ‘jun with a paddle
throw blue bands*y on ‘em
[bridge]
hey, i’m arjun, i am so smelly
i’m gonna jiggle shaq’s f*ckin’ belly

[part ii]

[verse]
i’ll knock nate down, memento mori
i’ll slice t’s meat off, samurai, cory
paddle, i’ll bury ‘jun in the quarry
nate, come sit on my face, i ain’t sorry
k!ll josh in his sleep, like i’m freddy krueger
ellie’s chattin’ too much, yo, i had to mute her
i taught taeghan how to rap, i’m his tutor
haley grabbed my titty, i don’t work at hooters
i gotchu, arjun, imma’ shoot her, b*tch
ripped off ‘jun’s b*lls, throw them in a ditch
my bands*ies are blue, like lilo & stitch
got a text ‘bout my bank account, must be a glitch

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