Story Behind the Song
There are several local bands who we honestly think could use some work on their musical skills. This song took quite a few takes, as it is just one long verse. Band names that were used: Be Less People, Loman, Three Piece Suit, Satanik Sounds, Excitebikes, and Three Deep.
Lyrics
*scratching: J Is Hard*
There's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to make themselves a name
Copyin' Phish and Dave, all your jams sound the same
Y'all keep playin' pubs--tonight, the streets are ours
This shit's like Prohibition how we shut down bars
An audience too drunk can't keep up with the webs we weave
I speak in a strange tongue with the tricks up Forge's sleeve
How dare these devils, I can still kick it Knievel
Y'all fuck with us, there really WILL be less people!
We're conquerin' the world like the Greeks and the Ro-mans
See us blowin' up the spot? You better lay low, man (loman)
Prepare for the longest nap if you really wanna sleep
Wearin' a three piece suit and lyin' six feet deep
We stay rippin' Satanik Soundz below our level
Like devils rebel in heaven, it's one-three-three-seven (1337)
Gettin' you bitches wetter than porno when shown to to dykes
'Cause Forge's RPMs would even excite bikes
Y'all loungin' for chit-chat--for your health, just step back
Before my tech talks and leaves you fallin' from feedback
It's J on the track, smackin' ass with a backhand
More malicious than most, the wack stay ghost like Pac-Man
All of these jam bands put Forge in a morbid mood (Forge: "Muahaha!")
Lookin' like Ben and Jerry 'cause your music is Phish Food
I know y'all think rap is spelled with a silent C (cRap)
But you couldn't reach out and touch us if you were AT&T
This true voice comin' through as if it were spit in person
We get more dimes a minute than Sprint and Candice Bergen
You rep for A&F, we be kickin' for heads
Wolf Webbers spottin' this be gettin' jacked like legs (jackleg)
Like the Three-Six siz-urp, it's J the Grammar Nin-jer
Any fools who try to step are gonna get in-jured
Come play "mellow," Full Fledged rocks the shows
Got a crowd in the joint packed like cocks in hoes
Fuck a Dirty South, we keep our shit cleanest
And if it's wack, then talent must be inverse to the penis
Y'all just come along on this Internet phenomenon
Respect and bang ya head whenever this song is on
This dick your mom is on, oh, my bad, that was wrong?
Can't help if I'm hung this long and gotta rep it in every song
Shinin' brighter than primal dawn
Hellish like God and Spawn
This speech that keeps goin' on
Until all of my breath is gone!
Who the fuck is Three Deep? Tell these kids to get off the stage
God took the Book of Life and wiped His ass with their page
When will this explosion of talentless cats ever end?
Three Deep's how many inches they get in their girlfriends
Three Deep, that ain't no threat, Full Fledged is still the greatest
They just a bunch of white kids lookin' like date rapists
Full Fledged, Forged Sounds
Dijital and Frosh
J the Stranger and Forge, we got y'all killers lookin' lost
Upon the mic
Like you never spit in your life
All your rhymes stayin' played like "Gonads and Strife"
Full Fledged the hottest shit to come from North Carolina
J the Stranger, yo, I'm tighter than your sister's vagina
Don't forget that we're the clique known for bringin' it right
And fuck all the haters talkin' shit on this site!
*scratching: Hold Up*
*scratching: Hope You're Ready*
*scratching: suckas*
*scratching: ahhh sample (DJ Forge Wild Out)*
*scratching: That'll do, for now*
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