Lyrics F.U.B.A.R - Yung Rare

"Team, be advised, the corner store don't got no more
King-Sized RAW cones so I rolled my shit in a fuckin'
Russian cream wood, and now I can't brea-"
(Where you looking?)

AHH-OOO!
AHH-OOO!
AHH-OOO!
AHH-OOO!

Give 'em up? (One, down!)
No deal!
USA the mothafuckin' hood foreal
We put knees on necks, 'till the enemy kneel
You won't fuckin' live to testify how it feel
I pledge allegiance to the mag!
Stand for the gun (It's over with, it's over with)
Trust no government
Hold no tongue (Man it's over with)
I won't run!
If you from America repeat after me
"I am a God fearing, mothafuckin' killing machine!"
Suck it!

AHH-OOO!

This that shit, you can't put up with
I am not, the one to fuck with
If I can't read the room, I'll erase the room
All I do is talk shit, walk 'round, aim and shoot
To fuckin' miss with 7.62 kinda hard to do
I might get into the biz of killing Kennedy's too, yeah!

Young Dead Kids, Lil' Death Squad
Mmm, Mmm, Mmmm
Young Dead Kids, Lil' Death Squad

Give 'em up? (One, down!)
No deal!
USA the mothafuckin' hood foreal
We put knees on necks, 'till the enemy kneel
You won't fuckin' live to testify how it feel
I pledge allegiance to the mag!
Stand for the gun (It's over with, it's over with)
Trust no government
Hold no tongue (Man it's over with)
I won't run!
If you from America repeat after me
"I am a God fearing, mothafuckin' killing machine!"
Suck it!

AHH-OOO!
AHH-OOO!

Nigga don't "Hey bro" with me
Never gon' flock down on I
I can't even hang 'round with these-
Had to go walk down on my-

Mission Failed
We'll get 'em next time