Gang Shloink - THE CAPPENING lyrics

Bruh! Uh, uh, uh
This is a fuckin' throwaway kinda shit
Fuckin' Gang Shloink I guess on the beat
Ion' fuckin' know c'mon Bruh!

This is a no cap zone
Keep your hat on and sit
Going behind our back
Oh, is that what's happening?
Exposed all your lies you sneaky little shit
Put ‘em all in a blog
And I called it the cappening

Dead like you Able cause of death Cain
Murder you slowly plus a lot of pain
Hide my fingerprint, glove on my left hand
Annie are you ok? Michael
Jackson on the stand
Please don’t cap, please don’t lie
Might just snap, you might just die
Beat you physically, and mentally
Maricón, I ain’t even take you seriously
Dub-dub-dub dot cap dot com
Visit that site when you listen to this song
Checking that shit you’re stressed no rest
Even better if you don’t cap yeah that’s best
You a rat, you stink like feet
Hide all your shit I’m raising the stakes
Fappening, is to beat your meat
Cappening, to expose the snakes

This is a no cap zone
Keep your hat on and sit
Going behind our back
Oh, is that what's happening?
Exposed all your lies you sneaky little shit
Put ‘em all in a blog
And I called it the cappening