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Agh! (I hate it but I can't control myself)
Ah, you b*t*h!
(I hate it but I can't control myself)
Aaaaaaagh!
(I hate it but I can't control myself)
(Делит на бите, сука)
(I hate it but I can't control myself)
(I hate it but I can't control myself)
1, 2...
(I hate it but I can't control myself)
1, 2, 3, 4

I might rip your face off your skull lil' n***a (Agh)
It ain't sh*t to get you f**ked up
If he actin' like a female
So he bail, not I
And if I see you in the street, well go fade b*t*h, waddup
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
The sky's closin' up (Yeah, that's what I say)
F**k you and f**k everyone you love
You get stomped out by a whole crew
Finna stomp you, take that n***a
Hit you in the face, that n***a
I just got a face tat, n***a
Bet you can't evade that, n***a
Are you gonna fight back, n***a?
Why you gotta say that, n***a?
I see your family, leave 'em in dirt
I'll put your homie in front of my shirt
I keep on top of you, cover you hurt
(Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah)
I got a temper to blow
I got a temper to blow
Why you still hatin'? You fat and you broke
You tend to do this, you ain't doin' the most
Hella actin' stupid when you talk for the bros
Somebody go pa** him some toast
I'm feelin' the hate spewin' outta my throat
There's not more to go do when I'm losing control
Hate radiate from my skull
Pull the trigger
Marchin' around wit a pole, like militia
Why you actin' so crazy? Blow it out proportion
We don't give a f**k about just what the w**** did
Check yourself
Runnin' 'round windows, down finna wreck yourself
I'm spittin' hate off teh dome
Finna cut him some slack
He don't know who he barkin' at
Better learn to run fast when the dogs attack
F**k a respirator, give him a heart attack
Oh, they fed him too much, now he talkin' out his a**
Run it, run it back
Run it, run it back
I cause a problem and that's 'cause I wanna
Shut the f**k up, I'ma shoot up Nirvana
Yeh, yeh, yeh
I want blood on f**king everything
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
Where the f**k ya f**king bodies been? Yeah
Where the shots at? Yeah
Paint it all black
Where the f**k he ran now?
He dead now
Pu**y, where the f**k the clips at?
Empty 'em out
Pu**y, I'ma get my shirt back, and buy crack
Just to flip a f**king whole pound for more cash, yeah

I ain't dead yet, but I could dream
Motherf**ker, get the stage set, yeah
You still ain't paid yet
I guess you missed me, pu**y b*t*h, I'm on my way, bet
I ain't dead yet, but I could dream
Motherf**ker, get the stage set, yeah
You still ain't paid yet
I guess you missed me, pu**y b*t*h, I'm on my way, bet
I ain't dead yet but I can breathe
Mo'f**ka, get the same strap
In a green vest, you better shoot right in-between
Just where my eyes at
You a funny fella
Run down on my, I turn you b*t*hes to the Hellen Keller
Yeah, I'm so fed up
Choppa rainin' down bullets, you need an umbrella
So indecisive
Run on the f**ker, better know I'ma fight him
Think he big 'til I pounce on him
Twenty bullets on me, puttin' rounds in him
Hit that boy straight clean with the pound syndrome
Thirty bodies on me, go and drown wit 'em
I can't make this sh*t up
Twenty clips and my bullets
They hollow, have fun
Man, I'll give you the time taht it takes to go put on my mask to go run
When they see all the red in my eyes
Yeah, they know it's a ma**acre, son
Man, I did what I had to go do to get done now
You gon' sit, you don't b*t*h or you gon' hear that gun sound
So he snitch, he a b*t*h like 6IX9INE
He get f**ked now
On his sh*t, he be like, "Well, too bad, never heard that"
Put his teeth on teh ground, stomp him out 'cause he dumb whack
Everything that he tryin' to do, b*t*h, I done that, agh

Ah, hahaha
My f**king chest is on fire

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