YARHGANG Back Online Video (MV)

YARHGANG back online, uh
YARHGANG back online, uh
YARHGANG back online keep your distance
Get this secondhand Sonoma smoking packs I get addicted
I'm conflicted paranoia I might cave your head in
Wish your grandma a goodnight because I miss her lots of love for all the
I know you on that gurp shit but
What about that purp shit
That jelly belly terp shit
You act like I don't know this
What the h-e double hockey sticks
Your album's on a floppy disk
You work for crusted nerves diagnostics
May I be excused from the table while I go off real quick
I feel like Vivek Ramasquamy
Transgender Muammar al Gaddafi
I'm off that million dollar socialist pack
Put me in a self-defense situation and I'll eat your ass
No onion motherf*cker
That missile is targeted to the giant's current position
Yeah, I don't think I remember asking you a goddamn thing
I'm morticiously vicious
Broke my mouse cause I got a mean Gmail
Tracked it down to a house in Michigan
I opened the mail slot and sicked 100 spiders on his ass
Better think twice don't f*ck with me again
I'm like Dennis the Menace
But my name isn't Dennis (It's Torge!)
Just setup a new router
But my traffic still venomous
YARHGANG reconnected back online, there's no need to stress
I'm lagging out, think I should've done a speed test
I rebooted the router
We must have lost power
Entity G
Seven tries to make me
Three trillion and counting to f*ckin' stop me
I got letters in my brackets, I'm following syntax
I got stains all on the glass and I'm chuggin' the Windex
Cena's in my sights, been practicin' my suplex
Keep all the names of the fallen in my mothaf*ckin' rolodex
Got that 4096 QAM, you could say that I'm linked in
But I keep it organized on a corkboard, your face on a pushpin
I'm waitin' for Sunday to take you out with the cans in the bin
Make peace with your upper half, cause I'm trashin' your shins