Never lost a fight but lost my head a couple times I should´ve let ´em fuck me up to knock some sense into my mind All the women that I´ve fucked, with no rubber on the bus
If they´re ever up the duffs, some are definitely mine Wait, I´m just kiddin´, I just writtin´, I´m just spittin´ In your girls mouth, got the puss hissin´, I love kittens I was in town with my fun stick on a fuck mission Then I woke up in my mums crib with my cum drippin´ (Ha, haha) I´m paranoid so get prepared to grab me Looked in the mirror then punched a cunt for starin´ at me I don´t bust, I just leave with my nut ´Cause I scream when I fuck, and now the grippers they´re all scared to trap me Today I woke up, I ain´t mentally there Like, I might go and shave the chest off my hair I know some thoughts that we got ain´t meant to be shared
But I´m tired of bein´ quiet and pretendin´ I care so
Most rappers are cunts ´bout as bad as their mums Talkin´, burnin´ a pack, boy, I´m packin´ your lunch Call me daddy my son, play the match and you won Give you a pat on the back, little slap on the bum All these gyal on the net, pull your pants in a sec Sat in a car park, ass out, hands on the deck Tryna hang from one rich man to the next Well, if you don´t have bread, bitch, have some respect
Man are pissed about the Brits speech They know shit´s peak, bitch, please, listen when the king speak
Brothers bummy like some shit cheeks Sendin´ bitch tweets, actin´ like some pussy that I didn´t beat Imagine we could just say what we thought I´ll say it anyway, fuck it, play it in court Since I broke the fuckin´ bank, I ain´t breakin´ the law But if the police take my drugs, then I´m breakin´ his jaw You got tress in the crop, let me see what you got Leave your cheddar lookin´ like Swiss cheese when it´s robbed Fuck your bro, fuck your sis, fuck your team, fuck your squad And if I catch a man streamin´ the opps I hope your drop your phone on your head when you´re alone and in bed
I hope you die then wake up with a hole in a chest Then head back to that hole where you rose from the dead Then I´ll bury you alive, while you´re holdin´ your breath, bitch
Most rappers are cunts ´bout as bad as their mums Talkin´, burnin´ a pack, boy, I´m packin´ your lunch Call me daddy my son, play the match and you won Give you a pat on the back, little slap on the bum All these gyal on the net, pull your pants in a sec Sat in a car park, ass out, hands on the deck Tryna hang from one rich man to the next Well, if you don´t have bread, bitch, have some respect
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