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Zachary Hill
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We’re at war What’d you do that for? I don’t wanna deal with fat w****s 'Cause I’m not into fat women I can barely see, I got bad vision Cut your body up like a turkey on Thanksgivin' I’m gone fishin', you’re done livin' Don’t open the door, I’m p*ssin' If I got the cocaine sniffin', you’ll go missin' I am so unforgivin' Why you hatin' on the life that I’m livin'? (F**k you, dude) Me and yo girl are kissin' I’m wishin' a killin' would happen — that’d be b*t*hin' I’m flippin' the switch and I’m dippin' into the rich end, gettin' dividends This’ll never end Hear me out, my friend I’ma rap until the end (Yuh, yuh, goddamn) I’m on a roll Too dumb for the high honor roll People wanna see me perform at the Supеr Bowl Well, at least that’s what I’ve been told I’vе been rapping since I was ten years old I’m 14 now and I’m still goin' at it I’m a better rapper and a cocaine addict I be sniffin' that sh*t up in my attic I gotta slap it and pack it to rap it and I am mad at The world; 'cause it said that I’m sh*t “I don’t get why you gotta rap like this It sounds like sh*t” Shut up, b*t*h Before I throw you in a ditch And you fall in the abyss I’ma shoot you a couple of times I’m the father of rhymes I can do it anytime You can’t spit a decent line Even if it were to save your life (Nope) It’s so dark, better turn on a light I’m finna fight like Mike I have the right to write Whatever I want I’m a rapper who’s tryna differ I’m finna deliver the silver liver to the giver I give her the sh*t then she stabbed me with scissors I dumped her body in the river Durin' the middle of a blizzard I knocked down some pillars Now I’m a winner I ain’t a beginner I got bars like I’m Noel Miller (WHAT THE F**K!!!) I got a pretty penny with some Henney I’m finna get many Emmy’s No, plenty Again, he — is makin' raps in his bedroom Yeah, you heard what I said, dude I’m writin' with a pencil Usin' all the led Tryna reach my full potential How many bars do I write? Too much This is song is bomb like Aaron Judge (High drive!) Stop it for a second I need to tell you somethin' I’m finna break your neck and I reckon I pull out a deck and If you live in Quebec and I’m finna wreck it Like my homeboy, Ralph Listen here, you better check it I’m gonna be harsh, I won’t sugarcoat it When I listen to your raps, I don’t think you wrote it It was pretty obvious and you showed it I spit bars, I can’t control it You can’t ghostwrite and have that sh*t unnoticed Hell, I even think that you stole it Hey, I just had to expose it I am the one who knows sh*t I am the best in the game Way better than all you lames This beat made me burst out in flames I got no more remains, except for the brain I think I’m insane I might just run into a train I’m finna aim for fame, but I gotta exclaim That I got somethin' to say Big D looks like he’s Snorlax He likes to eat snacks That’s wack! — I don’t approve Get your a** up and move You can’t continue to snooze You lose, you’re too big Oh yeah, I gotta remind you Of the time that I f**ked your b*t*h
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