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I check my YouTube, I have three subscribers Draggin' your face on an iron Slice it up like Michael Myers I don’t give a sh*t if you like my music I’m just too sick Run you over with a Buick My boy Tristan, he is hot Cut your neck like Sweeney Todd Take off that bikini top Me still rapping is extremely odd I be ridin' in a quad At rapping I am a god Stop bein' a d**kwad Stop j*rkin' your rod I need Carson on the track To show these f**kers how to rap D.O.R. was a mistake I’m finna shake and bake Like Ricky Bobby Got me screamin', “goddamnit!” Like a controller, I’m finna slam it On this f**ker’s face — his name is Camden He’s my target With a bounty on his head That’s what he gives to men At least that’s what Johnny said I’m finna call up Johnny Sins 'Cause I think that we are twins I don’t know why But I take so many wins I don’t take any L’s If you think that then go to Hell I’m finna ring the bell Meanin' I will call your cell I can do it by myself I don’t need any help You know what? Just for that I’m finna leave a bad review on Yelp You can yell, but nobody will hear If they ring my doorbell, then nobody is here I’m draggin' you on the floor Tryna get you pa**ed the door But you keep on screaming So I had to do more I grabbed my Glock and shot at your hips I turned you into a vegetable crip If you’re in a gang, then let the gun bang Since I’m not, I’ll be sitting in my room eating chips
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