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We be moving hella weight like some body builders
Can't fix your career, you need Bob the Builder
Messin' with them girls but they all be underage
Someone get this pedo monster in a motherf**king cage
Playing all these games, man you been geekin
Now you freakin, all yo sh*t is leakin
On the Snap with lil girls and you streakin'
She sent you a pic, you said please put your feet in
Tearin' up when you be tweeting
Mistakes happen, can't delete em
Posting MC vids, but we ain't watching those
How many girls you be sexting, sh*t no one knows
Apologizing on Twitter like we finna care
Like what the hell? Did you do? To your motherf**kin-hair
Career still goin, but it's going down the wrong path
All my wrath, turn this into psychopath into aftermath
You want to f**k, but all she want is yo autograph
You're the only creeper I see blowin' up off Minecraft
You think you safe cause a little bit of times passed?
Void Gang, Keemstar, now we on your f**kin' ass
Hella cases, catch em all so I call ya Ash
Pull up to your server it's a bloodbath
Mini Ladd hella sad
Goin' out really bad
Got exposed finna lose
Dude just made it on the news
Career goin' down call that sh*t a wrap
Next time you make a decision think before you act
Stop laughing at this sh*t, this sh*t is serious
Straight out the volcano, feelin' hot I'm feelin' igneous
Actin' family friendly, but then you be actin' hideous
In the DMs askin' for nudes b*t*h, you insidious
Think about their parents man, they must be furious
You're like H2O, if he went too delirious
And like George, everybodys gettin' curious
Admit to pedophilia, but still livin' luxurious
On Cord, sending pictures of your peac*ck
Must have the IQ of a dirt block
When fans understand, they all finna flock
Yeah this sh*ts a rap, but this sh*t just really rocks
On Twitter, sendin' pictures of ya f**king chode
Been a long two years of your pu**y ass under hush mode
And now you back, tryna film a new episode
But we on yo sh*t we really put you in survival mode
Thought you could just let it sit but this ain't a wine
Should be talkin to the feds, not a helpline
Waiting for the crowd to pass but it ain't a line
Growin' up your channel like a plant turn that sh*t to Vine
Little girls, but a lotta manipulation
Said it was a vacation
Then you went and fled the f**king nation
But like Thomas, we goin' to pull up to your motha f**kin' station
You may flee the feds, but you ain't going to escape annihilation
b*t*h and now I'm runnin' out of patience
While you runnin' placin blocks switching names and jumping basements
Exposed in this heat now you is a raisin
Ignite my f**king thoughts then these bars gon' start blazin
On the socials, getting clowned by Keemstar
Got the fans bending over like they Avatar
Keep on tryna' run, but you ain't gettin' far
Feelin' so golden right now I ain't even talking Scar
I'm tired of this sh*t I don't want to hear your sorry
I'll be happy when yo ass in prison rooming with Armani
You was makin' bread in jail you going to be makin' mayo
Send yo b*t*h ass back to Ireland go f**k a lil potato

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