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Yeah, when I was younger, I didn't know what to do with myself Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself Started focusing on the mission more than spitting But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah) My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at you Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick or put on my pupu platter Used to chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper Shoot you actors Rap with the way Hulu captures with a Jew crewmaster Doo-doo, blast your rock with a K Cuckoo clappers from the SooWoo chapter (Yeah) Tell me how you wanna do it, should I nuke you bastards? Or, should I go and get another Count Dooku slasher, do you faster Who'd you rather go against I control the web like a computer hacker I been abusin' rappers since animal crackers and Chutes and Ladders Put 'em in a comatose and I'm goin' ghost, feel like I'm cool with Casper Torture everybody Put 'em in a group on camera like it's a ooVoo gather Why they gotta choose me to try hoot to Mathers? Guess I'm the truth and I boost to Zeus, who's gassin' But buku flashers on social media say I juke truth backwards Letras de cancionesFuck your boots loose with a duke shoot smasher, I'm solid I just demolish, please tell the pilot I switch the climate I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees, it's like I'm switching college But ain't no need for school if guns can teach you trigonomics (Bah, bah) Curb stomp the only way I'm kicking knowledge I don't preach, ladies say, "I love you," when you sort of poppin' You take them for their word and then they take you for your wallet (Thank you) How many syllables can he fit within a second with no content? Use your own logic, no comment No more violence I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the button still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still No more violence I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the button still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still Jesus Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge Distort your neck and force a stretch, Like prehistoric Rex Don't ask me to be your guest feature, more or less Your new song got four plays like a tease before the sex, you need some more success I'm still a teen of course, I need endorsement checks Tech? (What up?) I heard you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread And I don't treat my girls like queens I treat 'em more like kings in chess I keep the whores in check I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death Ayy I don't know why anybody wanna come and get it from Dante (Dante) That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, pop, now you're Pompeii (Hot) Calling me coward, I'm coming as crazy, calamitous Kanye (Whoa) Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get the grown-up gropin' grande Blah blah, taking agua after rap beef Put they paws on the faja, bah-bah, black sheep Nigga, that's weak, fucking raw in the car back seat Where they take rah-rah rap sheets Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack peeps Pipes, pips, and I'm glad it's night Grammatic geist, get status wiped Coming against me is bad advice You don't wanna lay up in the poison predicament Gonna wage us and you're sort of maleficent Don't I say this, I'm the opposite, people say Amadeus (Wait) I been on my Rambo Killing 'em off of my camo And I be coming equipped with the ammo Pulling 'em out of the bando Never your rhyming, no can handle No more violence from your Sambo And a big silence of the Lambo I bring silence from the panel whenever my mic is handled Ain't no match, you can't light the candle One of a kind, I'm the prime example Talking about me, be slightly careful Comin' to my city is quite the gamble Better hope that your flight is canceled Make you scream 'cause I like the sample, wait This man'll, dismantle Put your head on this mantle I see BS on your channel Get outshined by my shadow I don't battle, I do not pretend Don't even rap like this if I'm not with Tech Tech, I got your back, a back architect The way I built this shit from the YouTube, kid I'm done, fuck No more violence I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence I got my hand on the button still Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm- go One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Look at all that hate I generate I don't feel apart from featherweights Maybe try when you enter the state Oh you fuck that cup up every day? Oh you drink that cup up every day? Got me thinkin', hold up, anyways What the fuck you got to celebrate? How many losses do you tend to take? One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day That's so sad but gee, what can I say? Cry me a river like the Everglades I might swim that bitch and get away I got the whole world to penetrate No more user props, goodbye From Letras Mania