Man
I don’t understand these
Motherf#ckin’ “rap” singers, dawg
Like, am I gonna have to put y’all in check?
Then so be it!
b#tch!
What, what, what…
Like this, uh
Like that, uh
Yo…
Yo
You motherf#ckin’ rappers getting sh#t on when I
c#ck the Glock to make the fun stop in the parking lot
The whackest m#th*rf#ck*r to roam the whole 9-7-0
Getting owned, exposed, right on the spot
f#ckin’ faggots won’t understand my pen kills
Call me Jewish ’cause my motherf#ckin’ pen game is real {Israel}
Adolf Hitler bеing dragged by Doberman Pinschers
And tryna’ gеt pictures, I hope he can sit still
So f#ck that, I ain’t ever scared of rugrats
Who flunk class, all because they wanna suck fat
Cock-sucking dick and shove ’em up in the #ss
Like a fag, like a f#ckin’ sl#t with a nutsack
When I say your name, you’re under attack
So run fast as you can like the Hunchback
Of Notre Dame, you know his name, like Lois Lane
You faggots will go insane, when I’m rappin’, you won’t escape
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