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(Verse)
Iâm killin shit for the simple fact that Iâm crazy
Iâm spittin this shit like bullets, Iâm getting rappers to hate me
Somehow I just put it down in a fashion that makes a make me
Make em dudes finally casket themselves in cemetery
When they all dead and buried itâs getting scarier quick
Area 51 with the flow, alien shit
Every day Iâm the shit like I never buy any tissue
Iâm feeling high as a bitch pumpin helium in the nipples
I make some observations, that donât make em my griffle
I dribble the kingâs court winnin this superficial
Beginning of something, you couldnât found them if you went through
Iâm winnin cuz nothing good ever stopped, ainât no issue why I live through
Plain and simple got white heads like pimples
Black heads fill me to one of these injures like a splinter
Bring in the money printers
I wanna see them dollars like a holiday stripper
You fuckin with some lame shit, you be on the same shit
As the next man I lick the sherry dam anus
I ainât even famous, but you know well what my name is
Let me tell you what all the meanings of thatâs outrageous
Shortest rapper here, spittin raw heat
Something like hands slapping rappers on the beat
But loss of raptor on the beat
Iâm a master on the beat
While you sit and masturbate to all my records on repeat
Iâm fuckin with these rappers, itâs fun as a motherfuck
Iâm jumpin on the back and sakin em with an uppercut
Tell princess to suck a duck
While I take your princess and undress then umm
Uh I ainât gonna finish that
Rigamortis to the bars where I killed the rap
And I be so dup and itâs lit me up
You pay me the way that I rip you up
Fisty cuffs, boy Iâd rather have my fuckin fisty cuffs
(Outro)
You know itâs on
I got em out here singing my song
You know itâs on
You know itâs on