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Lyrics:
Goofy Shit, hey! Hey! Fuck.
Look at me like Triple X, cooking the ripple effects, to be heard absurd on text. Or during sex, I’m occurring next, time ya wanna go flash checks, talking ‘bout what my cash gets. Yep, for every situation, I am sure to hit ya station, dying cure the shit of nation. If it’s BabyTron, sorry I don’t mean you, I mean what ya lady on, pretend I didn’t say that. But ya lady on the crazy song now she play that. Wait, let’s diss a bunch, piss and crunch, miss me Munch? Hah, Ice Spice is Nice Spice, nice tries for vice lies, too bad you’ll get killed. Oh, A Hype, hey hey hey hey hey, haha. Fucking Penis, sometimes we want ya gone. I am not a man, I’m thinking of a master plan. I’m Rakim, no, I’m Bladee. I’m haha, Juvenile, oh yay! Yay Ye, shoutout Kan? Oh, well he on the don of rap, that’s what I say and yeah, shoutout stupid fuckers okay! Do I need to kill it, do you really feel it? A Hype is a, skillet. Cause I am, oao pao. I made up those words, I don’t have to rehearse, fuck it I do, true I have to rehearse. Don’t be afraid to be different, HAHA!!! Ian Eagle, despining evil. What lying teeth do. Fart on a record. Kill my tonsils, I hate nostrils. Mac Miller on Pinata. My fucking head hurts. I’m sorry, I need to be good. YAHHHHH! JUM!
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap