Part I: Violent Crimes

[Chorus]
Ayy, they say they're committing violent crimes
They callin' me a clown, I'm a mime, I'm a dime
Pussy people talkin', still I'm fine, mind
They never shut up, they don't got a right mind
They fucked up already from talking that shit
Hating on the dead and it makes me sick
Violent crimes
Violent crimes

[Verse]
I remember people talkin' 'bout RJ like that
About RJ like that
I remember people sayin' I wouldn't fight
That I wouldn't fight back
You got the word in your name
That the people fuckin' say
When your music comes on and it plays
Woah, you talkin' shit 'bout George Floyd? How 'bout I let you meet him
Send you up to Heaven then we'll see who you'll be greetin'
I mean it's a bit sad, a tid tad, you're like fifteen in them rif-rafs
"Gay people don't have rights," and this-that
You just wan' chit-chat, you think it'll slip past
 imNope is the name, play you like a game
Music fucking trash, I don't fuck around with lames
So stay up in your lane, don't talk on my name
"Fuck The Unknowns," boy, you copyin' my claims
You copyin' my flow, you copyin' my bros
Two minutes later you'll be copyin' my ho
You'll be coppin' something cold
Off of Wish or hittin' balls on Poké Go (He's winnin')
You saying you committing violent crimes
If you go out at dark you won't die at night
How's it like in the suburbs without a care?
How's it gonna be when we leave you in a wheelchair?
Hold up, hold up, hold up
But pussies out here and talking that shit
I don't fuck around with people, but don't fuck with my clique
And this ain't even a diss, it could be a hit or a miss
But I don't give a shit, this your end in seconds, motherfucker, this is it
You a racist piece of shit, homophobic piece of shit
Transphobic piece of shit, you a every piece of shit
You a suck-my-dick-in-the-caravan piece of shit
You a women-don't-have-rights-'cause-they-can't piece of shit
You a stupid piece of shit, you a silly piece of shit
You a what? What? Oh, yeah, you a piece of shit
And imNope a piece of shit, talk on me and you'll get ripped
Bringin' in ace., REBEl, and god just to show that you a bitch, bitch
39, 39, woah, woah
39, 39 (RJ Diablo, man, you know what it is)
[Chorus]
Ayy, they say they're committing violent crimes
They callin' me a clown, I'm a mime, I'm a dime
Pussy people talkin', still I'm fine, mind
They never shut up, they don't got a right mind
They fucked up already from talking that shit
Hating on the dead and it makes me sick
Violent crimes
Violent crimes

Part II: Don't Speak

[Verse 1: RJLDiablo]
Do not talk on my name
Ho, don't talk on my name
Come out like the Candyman
I got the hook on my chains
I been stuck in the game
Why you hatin' on the gays?
You a little hypocrite
Come and, come and lick this dick, bitch
I'ma leave you like the man
The one you said you didn't know
Come up, come up in the crib
And we'll leave you on the floor
Yeah, boy, don't speak (Don't speak, don't speak, don't speak)
Don't speak (Don't speak, don't speak, don't speak) on MH, 39
Ayy, motherfucker, I'll Mike Ty' you, I might spike you
I might fight you, hairline ain't been seen in centures
Come fight, I'll guide you
C-C-Come up in the streets (Streets)
Talkin' 'bout the beef (Beef)
Leave you on the streets (Streets)
Bleedin' from your teeth (Teeth)
You think you Chief Keef (Keef)
Boy, you ain't like Rhys (Rhys)
Boy, you ain't like 39
Boy, you ain't like me (Me)
Fuck you up, Mi' Khalif' ('Lif)
Except not in the sheets (Sheets)
Pussy talking all that shit like it's a challenge
Where you went, boy?
(39, 39, 39, 39, glow-glow-glow)
[Chorus: REBEl GRRL]

[Verse 2: god_is_a_beast_at_skate3]

[Chorus: REBEl GRRL]

[Verse 3: ace.]