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[intro]
merry christmas from the gang, bro, you know the vox

[verse 1: sheepcote clod (jacob cass)]
yuh, the gang is afoot, i’m the peg leg
she give me her milk, got the bed wet
as soon as i tell her to sheer the sheep
she get on her knees, give me head head. i’m the next best
i’mma run on your set on the twelfth day
santa is here, better behave
need the gang? give me twelve days
i’mma be with your girl when the sheep’s shaved

[verse 2: gully gawk (breeton boi)]
uh, it’s gully
man’s strapped up fully
hidden back, looking at the milk like “should he
go ahead and grab himself a pack full of goodies?”
sniffing for the white like a cocaine addict
but i’m not silva hound on crack
touch the cow’s udder and never look back
milking da ting, then i dip. that’s that

[verse 3: stubby (xeroxium)]
yeah, yeah, stubby’s short
but they calling me the tripod
watching all the sh-t
that i risk will make your eyes crossed
scratchin’ up pans for the product
i fiend for the oddest of odds. go ahead and blasé and blah
tellin’ you honest to god
baby, i’m fond of the fond
[verse 4: spoon l!cker (connor quest!)]
if you meet this lad at christmas
i don’t wanna hear a word ’bout salad fingers
he’s the crass depiction of the scr-ps from kitchen
apparatus l!cking. i’m the master, kingpin
hitting this l!ck like l!ckety split
got the l!ckitung spit on the tip of this stick
so succulent, lacking in sustenance
stirrers’ my supplement- i am severely malnourished

[verse 5: pot scr-per (afrolegacy)]
too hungry, you cannot stop this
clear up scr-ps, will scr-p ’til the pot’s l!cked (ey)
put it away, not an option
turn your back for a second and i drop in
leave it behind and bet that i’ll eat that
like her behind, l!cker go clean that
keeping it in. it’s mine, no upchuck
taking no time to clear plates, they dumbstruck

[verse 6: bowl l!cker (tozoku)]
ey, it’s bowl l!cker. ain’t n0body quicker
than me to come sn-tch all your food (zoom!)
i lay down and wait and my belly will ache
’til you rest down your bowl like a fool (hehehe)
i get so excited, i start to get nauseous
while you got delighted and drop all your caution
and i make away with your meal in my belly
the best takeaway you don’t know that you’re selling (another one)
[verse 7: door slammer (diggz da prophecy)]
kick in the door, wavin’ the four
i’m slammin’ the wood and she takin’ it raw
wakin’ the neighbours and makin’ em anger
i’m takin’ up favours and shakin’ the floor
ey, ey, ey
‘cuz i do that sh-t the best
man, get yo’ ass up
i’m like, “wake up, mr. west!”

[verse 8: skyr gobbler (rap knight)]
it’s the skyr gobbler
yeah, i’m a snack like pear cobbler
she got a rack, i may father her
new child. then head to the store and then uh…
if you got some skyr, b-tch, i’mma take that
run up in your crib, take that sh-t asap
bois been hittin’ l!cks, been in since way back
also take your whip, need me that maybach

[verse 9: sausage swiper (sinewave fox)]
break in ya’ house. got everyone stirring, including the mouse
i’m looking for sausage to put in my mouth
the time of the year that i’m gawking for girth
bring me the wurst
she calling me mommy, she get the salami
charcuterie coochie, you know that it’s sloppy
drippin’ and sippin’ like faucets
it’s like i’m on grindr, i’m swiping for sausage
[verse 10: window peeper (gxg wolf)]
(wolf) y’all know the name, it’s the window peeper
i stay with the chrome like a window creeper
my existence really is the window feature
after 21, i ended up a window sleeper (ey)
look through the window, i see all my b-tches
behind all this glass. now i’m stacking my riches
whatever you got, you know it’s on wishlist
and if your chick gone, you know who did this

[verse 11: doorway sniffer (ty wild)]
yo, i’m in your home, sniffing out the bread
tryna stack it tall like chicks simped by mir
long nose take your christmas cheer
y’all smell that? “smell like b-tch in here!”
i pull up on 12/22
with a .22 like “f-ck 12”
and dip on 1/4 but keep one four
be back next year to raise h-ll, b-tch

[verse 12: meat hook (ahegaoalice)]
it’s ya boy, the meat muncher, ey
hide your meat or i’ll plunder, ey (bruh)
it’s 23rd and i’m showin’ up (oof)
you better lock that meat up
‘cuz if not, i’m suckin’ it
and pickin’ hooky, gimme that butchy
(??)

[verse 13: candle stealer (the spork guy)]
i be stealin’ ya candles
(my candles now)
when i hop in the booth? (ey)
i’m still stealin’ ya candles (what)
when i see you outside (lemme guess)
i’m still stealin’ ya candles (huh?)
everywhere that i go (i already know what he’s ’bout to say)
i’m still stealin’ ya candles

[verse 14: gryla (volcar-ohno!)]
i’ve seen every misbehaving action
want attention? you got traction
on your skin, the bloodstain’s matchin’
the wounds, not healed or patched in
made your bed, now sleep in it
you will wake for the finish
gullet, yeah, you fill it
beg for deals ’cause you fear it? no
i’ve been starvin’, you were harkin’
well that’s not my problem
special craving, call your larking
kids, time to gobble ’em
you were filling but that won’t
satiate this state forever
didn’t see you now
next year we’ll spend some time together

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