Prod. Typewriter7051

Lyrics by iNiNEPT

DISCLAIMER: The views in this song do not reflect the opinions of anyone involved in the project. The song is portraying fictional characters that resemble real-world conflicts. This song serves purely as entertainment and is not intended to condone or condemn any particular view.

The first half of the song represents a boogaloo boi, a term used to describe a typically right wing anarchist. The second half of the song represents ANTIFA.

Boogaloo Lyrics:

verified on twitter, you got something to prove

You a Kickstarter baby, under daddy’s roof

You work at Starbucks, you got nothing to lose

All up in my face, like I did it to you

Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo

Down on your knees like who are you

Boogaloo boogaloo boogaloo

Fuck all the FEDs, looters, and goons

boot on your neck, I let a bitch choke

Now beg me to live... until your neck broke

Get it on cam, so your family will see

Then try and tell me how you really can’t breathe

Been itching for a bitch to make me go pull on the trigger

Your brain so big, but my hollow tips are bigger

couple led pills that are headed your way

Saying “shoot me n****” (audio sample), got one to your face *gunshot*

You think I give a fuck about bum tryna loot

Shoot his ass down, then I get a salute

Burn the town to ground then you get what’s coming

You scrawny white pricks just internet bluffing

ANTIFA LYRICS:

If you won’t say his name I’ll make you cry out to God

When the social blows up, I’ll just get an applaud

You run your mouth alot about destroying the state

But your pussy bitch ass just stand there and wait

Yeah we set fire to the police station

Now our base of operation

Yeah I burn it down then I’m coming for you

On my way out, I’ll get your boogaloo

Better |call your Koreans cuz we raising hell

Will you get the wall, only time will tell

|Better watch out for concrete to the skull

Finna knock your ass out fore there's even a brawl

Ask me what I think about fighting fair fights

With a punch to the face, tell a Nazi good night

Your waistband is just a little bit loose

But your scraggly neck fits inside of our noose