Yo, f#ck these flowers man (Ah!)
I’m crazy! What’s wrong with my head? (Ay)
Burn it, stomp it into the ground (Augh!)
Fresh roses, a 100 bucks a pound
Earn it, or else you’ll get clowned
I just love the smell of burnt roses, come round
(Yo) Yo, hear me out
One time!
f#cking musty #ss car, better start this sh#t up (Why?)
Cause I gotta go light speed and f#ck this b#tch up
This ain’t a diss, I need to clear this real quick (Ok)
f#ck these roses, they smell like horse sh#t (Eugh!)
“Stop being mean” b#tch, f#ck you mean? (Huh?)
You said, “Kill yourself” to the homies and me (Ok)
You attacked us first
Just proves the stakes are quite higher, unless I mistake
Oh wait, no I f#cking didn’t I mean everything
You have like 8 dudes on Live360
“A 100 dollars each dude just don’t think and trust me”
“Oh and we’re dating, it’s just me and he”
“Oh and her soft rosey cheeks, they’re perfect for me”
Did you have e-sex? “Oh no siree!”
“We’re up in the clouds, just f#cking around”
“Our avatars are kissing, oh just make me aroused”
Burn it, stomp it into the ground
Fresh roses, a 100 bucks a pound
Earn it, or else you’ll get clowned
I just love the smell of burnt roses, come round
Mommy, I don’t wanna play with crayons anymore
All I really wanna do is f#cking kill that wh#re (Augh!)
Bro doesn’t even f#cking like me anymore
This n#gg#’s brainwashed like he f#cked up the whole lore (Huh?)
This rage that I have is just building up
Since that little n#gg# girl named Yoshi showed up (Yoshi!)
He doesn’t know himself, he’s in The Matrix
I’m about to die, light sh#t and fire and go f#cking apeshit
I don’t smoke weed but I’m about as high as Brorrito’s cholesterol
On Downtown screaming “Kill them all!” (Fat #ss b#tch!)
All until they f#cking die, fall down to the hill
With that b#tch Rosey sh#tting in the f#cking bathroom stall (Uh)
She got a broken nose, ’cause I punched that b#tch (b#tch!)
Drive down to Arkansas and throw her in a ditch
She should take her own advice and stick with it
Untill the grave day comes to play it like a tendon, quit it
Burn it, stomp it into the ground
Fresh roses, a 100 bucks a pound
Earn it, or else you’ll get clowned
I just love the smell of burnt roses, come round
Yo, can I get one last verse? Real quick, yah, hah
Ok class, welcome to Algebra 2 (Yay)
Let’s count how many f#cking people hate you
One, two, three, four, fourteen
Seven-hundred, a thousand, and two thousand between
How many dudes are in those DM’s?
And how many false lies you continue to pretend?
Giving false hope, to even the saddest of men
Getting turned to that sh#t, you f#cking sad#st
Crazy #ss b#tch bet you didn’t this sh#t would come to you
You f#cking psychopath
Let’s be honest, even Brorrito hates the smell of your chronic
Nasty #ss f#cking demonic piece of sh#t
Burn it, stomp it into the ground
Fresh roses, a 100 bucks a pound
Earn it, or else you’ll get clowned
I just love the smell of burnt roses, come round
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