CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Target (Remix)
I check my YouTube, I have 18 subscribers
I’m the one your moms admire
Slice your face like Michael Myers
I don’t give a sh*t if you don’t like my music
I’m just too sick
I don’t mean to do it (Speed it up a little bit)
I got a bounty on somebody, he’s my target
He does the opposite of munch on carpet
I wish he would sell his body up on the black market
He’s so gay that he shops at Target
I don’t even mean to be mean
But that’s just me
I’m obscene, I will never have a rap that’s clеan
I can rap in reverse
Things gеt worse
Trust me, homie, you will never be first
You won’t even get a f**kin' medal
Step on the pedal and meet the f**kin' devil
Don’t be gentle 'cause it wasn’t accidental
B*t*h, I’m burnin' like a f**kin tea kettle
This rap is just experimental
If I hear a good instrumental
I’ll rap over that b*t*h, call it a day
Don’t take seriously a word that I say
Do you know?
Yeah I don’t even know, like
Can you shut the f**k up?
Like, actually
I’m tryna listen to this song, new Zachary track
Are you f**kin' high right now?
Is that Yesify?
Shh
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
Guys, shut the f**k up
Yo, Zac, let me hop on the track
Back like I never left the scene
Lights, camera, action, you know what I mean
Chillin' with my mama while she bumpin' Joelean
I sip reality, and they pour lean
Dope life, but I never been a fiend
Just a weird kid a dream
But the bedroom raps require no caps
I been running laps, I been stuck in the past
Take a line from the drafts and build my mind craft
Call me Steve, I'm the kid that they never believed
I was teased and conditioned with a heart disease
Let's go, I ain't playin' around
Sayin' that I'm lost, but I think that I'm found
Make one move, I'ma knock you down
School shooter — I'ma lock it down
I’m the one your moms admire
Slice your face like Michael Myers
I don’t give a sh*t if you don’t like my music
I’m just too sick
I don’t mean to do it (Speed it up a little bit)
I got a bounty on somebody, he’s my target
He does the opposite of munch on carpet
I wish he would sell his body up on the black market
He’s so gay that he shops at Target
I don’t even mean to be mean
But that’s just me
I’m obscene, I will never have a rap that’s clеan
I can rap in reverse
Things gеt worse
Trust me, homie, you will never be first
You won’t even get a f**kin' medal
Step on the pedal and meet the f**kin' devil
Don’t be gentle 'cause it wasn’t accidental
B*t*h, I’m burnin' like a f**kin tea kettle
This rap is just experimental
If I hear a good instrumental
I’ll rap over that b*t*h, call it a day
Don’t take seriously a word that I say
Do you know?
Yeah I don’t even know, like
Can you shut the f**k up?
Like, actually
I’m tryna listen to this song, new Zachary track
Are you f**kin' high right now?
Is that Yesify?
Shh
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
Guys, shut the f**k up
Yo, Zac, let me hop on the track
Back like I never left the scene
Lights, camera, action, you know what I mean
Chillin' with my mama while she bumpin' Joelean
I sip reality, and they pour lean
Dope life, but I never been a fiend
Just a weird kid a dream
But the bedroom raps require no caps
I been running laps, I been stuck in the past
Take a line from the drafts and build my mind craft
Call me Steve, I'm the kid that they never believed
I was teased and conditioned with a heart disease
Let's go, I ain't playin' around
Sayin' that I'm lost, but I think that I'm found
Make one move, I'ma knock you down
School shooter — I'ma lock it down
