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The Butcher
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Adam Calhoun
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Oh Oh I’m eatin’ at a hibachi place I can’t pronounce This b*t*h I brought with me A** goofy like a ba**et hound She don’t f**k dudes unless the transactions cash them out That’s about 100 grand a week, what she’s askin’ out I don’t give a f**k, it’s just paper, dawg Told her bring her friends with, all they drink is Vegas bombs Spike it with cocaine and fall To a bottle at the painted wall I’m insane, I paint pictures you can buy at banquet halls Name a record I ain’t break, I broke bread, I should’ve saved it When you make it to the top, your best friends your biggest hater They’ll shoot you in the back of the head Toss you in the back of the trunk Show up at your coffin with some flowers actin’ like they loved you F**k ‘em, not me though, I’ve done too much for my people And you get cut the f**k up like the shuffle in casinos Keep the [?] on reload, no, a beamer with the cheat code His nickname is Chico, he takes life, reaper Pull up playin’ woke black betty bamberland He was talkin’ that sh*t, I hop out, now we ramblin’ Hit him with the hand-to-hand, throw him in the ambulance Pistol whipped the man, man Pistol kick like ban, damn Yeah, why he talk so much sh*t but he the first one to run? Need to learn to hold your tongue I know you ain’t no gangster, don’t hear no son of a gun You get fap-fap, fapped down, now he gone Goons get to clappin’ like it’s a round of applause Now you layin’ in the lawn like, you know you f**ked up, right? Now, you can’t walk upright, might as well say f**k life Midlife crisis, have and can’t afford a chrysler Always talkin’ rap beef, get tortured in a cypher Bunch of little rappin’ fans, on some fake ice Rent your cars from enterprise, try and pressure fake whites Can’t barely keep the lights on, smack you with my right palm Don’t mean to be nice Oh, you can’t say my name, lame You lose half your fanbase Beat you ‘till my hands break Damn, look at your man’s face Why you talk sh*t about Me, jelly, struggle, scat Every motherf**ker that Helped you get where you at? Jealous, catch you scared of dogs Belly fat with skinny arms You don’t really want the smoke You just wanna flap your gums Smack him, run him over, throw him in the acura Yeah, jaw wired shut, can’t eat Give his stupid a** a straw Yeah, listen, I gotta stop rappin’ I ain’t gonna go back to prison Uh, you tryna make diss tracks I’m tryna show up where you livin’ This is different, change your sh*t You ain’t even scarin’ b*t*hes Don’t ever raise your fist Unless you tryna praise religion B*t*h, this ain’t just rap sh*t, other people get involved Oh, show up, beat your a**, put that on one of my vlogs F**k you, with your gay bars, sit down, take a day off Or you end up in a graveyard Get napalmed with ars You a pu**y
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