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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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