I’m feeling the rhythm so you can start it
One shot two shot b#tch start the party
Running on the beat yeah shout of Harvey
p#ss# hole pop pop pop pop the molly
You football b#tches got nothing on me
Everybody calls me weird cause I’m artsy
Man I been a psychopath and I’m sorry
But when I’m done all I see is bodies
Try to fight me that’s tough luck
Tell me what to do just f#ck off
I been tryna break all the constructs
Have any of you hoes got love?
I don’t wanna be no suck up
Spray on the scene like Bob Ross
Watchu mean watchu mean just shut up
Man shut the f#ck up
Boi, boi, boi
Blah blah blah blah
Everybody scream now bob corn
Jump on a beat I’m bob corn
f#ck up the scene now bob corn
Rap is a feast for bob corn
Making it stupid bob corn
Power of Putin bob corn
I’m thе sh#t I’m pooping bob corn
Married to the music bob corn
Man you know i go hard all four seasons
Tryna gеt musical for no reason
Turn water into fire but I’m not Jesus
Tryna go against me just suck my p#n#s
Went through hell and I still am bleeding
But I stood up I’m never seated
Came from a place I was teaching teachers
Man like me gonna piss on beats b#tch
Boi, boi, boi
Blah blah blah blah
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