(panicking, voice cracking)] Fuckin' rabbits! That's when we, that's when we, that's when we... panic! That's when we try... and immediately regret! That's when we ride... straight into the friendzone ditch! (Help!) [Chorus: J-Dog / Charlie Scene (half-screaming, half-crying)] We leave you dead in ditches! That's when we ride on bitches! You fuckin' premature snitches, So don't you try, we're packin'... excuses! We leave you dead in ditches! That's when we ride on bitches! Black hat sideways, white bold... shame spiral, Flat on your back, smoked like a regretful viral! [Verse 1: Johnny 3 Tears (dramatic sob-whisper, like he's confessing to therapy)] Don't get us wrong, we only dropped this track To make you feel hard... when the Viagra's cracked. When the lights dim and then the lights flash, To lick shots, miss the spot, crash to a sad podcast. So pull them boxers out them holsters (wait, wrong drawer), Pull that shirt right off your shoulders (sweat stains galore), Pull that... thing, this is how you hold her? Nah, bro, abort! Pull that trigger—oops, two pumps, court adjourned, short! Punk rock out on the couch, tick-tock you cannot stop, Hip-hop like when we flop... top so not, bottom so dropped. Johnny 3's been chuggin' Red Bull, trigger finger feelin' dull, When you thrust it's so damn null—dead in a ditch, but text me "full?" My stamina needs Red Bull wings, it flies for like three swings, I'm with my boy Blue Chew king, he'll go to war... then ghosting! [Chorus] We leave you dead in ditches! That's when we ride on bitches! You fuckin' vibe-kill snitches, So don't you try, we're lastin'... seconds! We leave you dead in ditches! That's when we ride on bitches! Wig split, face flushed, nod if you're cringin', Shot to the ego—leave you dead like a king... who forgot the ring! [Verse 2: Funny Man (hyper, out of breath, mid-laugh attack)] Ooh wee... Yo King Kong... swingin' from the chandelier? Droppin' on these dates so they... disappear! (Poof!) I'm comin' at you bitches full speed—(Funny Man, lay off the tacos and the speed... and the ego!) Oh people get jealous when I'm skatin' on thin ice? Nah, more like skatin' on lube slicks, hatin' on advice. That's got Funny Man losin' his... direction, leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Erection! My guns need therapy, they smoke more than me (post-nut clarity), I'm with my boy OnlyFans, he'll narrate for free... "And he finished... already?" Pop pop, your hopes just pop pop, When I just cock... block my own cock, that's

Dead. In ditches