[Intro]
I don't know sh** about Carl Sandburg but f** him!
No, how funny would that be if you made a song dissing North and it opened up with "fifty thousand people used to live here, and now it's a ghost town." and like the beat drops and you just start f**ing sick...
Central Side!
Pussies!
Hey East, lick my bu*t
[?]
[Verse 1: XL]
First off f** North kids in the clique you claim
Go knights when we ride we be winning the games
Hey, the Griffins are some b**hes and they need to stop hatin'
And when I'm in the office I'll deny that I made this
I'll blame it on Kenny Labedz, the kid has an ugly head
I'm about to place a f**ing bet that West will get closed next
Chi-Towns finest, all of Mokena behind us
East is musty in your sinus, little dusty with the lineup
ETB, said I'm ending the beat
If you at East take a seat cause this track almost complete
k**ing dragons, hitting a**es, we some harders, y'all ain't with the madness
Leave those speakers sounding static, from the fire we be having
[Chorus]
Flee the scene, 'cause it's ETB, uh
Flee the scene, 'cause it's ETB
Putting swords through their backs
We them Doughbois that's a fact
[?] put them disses on the wax
Flee the scene, 'cause it's ETB, uh
Flee the scene, 'cause it's ETB
Putting swords through their backs
We them Doughbois that's a fact
[?] put them disses on the wax
[Verse 2]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Lincolnway East just got dropped, and are bad
We got the games in the bag, unlike East they trash-a** and only at Central's where we tappin' a**
Fat a** lineman, bodies like sumos
We running through their D like Nico Muto
When we at East we toss their salad like judo and on the Central side we the ones that ride the night
East be the pussies to fly the kites
Enter the dog park except we don't bark we bite
And it's ETB, "Enter the Black" for life
We handin' you L's like a handout and get knocked out like an LWE pa**out
You think we forgot about West?
Yeah, they're irrelevant
Central and East in a room, and yeah, they the elephant
We got your b**hes like a [?] on a stick
They call the Knights cause they like dicks extra thick
f**'s with the LB's that deliver the hit stick
And we the DB's, pick six for our DB's
And scrub it off our shoulder like "damn that's too easy!"
[Chorus]