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Dear God, I don't want to do this Please forgive me This is crack Ryan walks around the house Yelling at his daughter like "She stabbed me in the back! I'm going to my room to make some Wack-ass diss tracks And when I come out You better have a lot of this ranch" 'Cause I'm the man, I sell it never been jealous Even though I yell at Every motherfucker if it's truth they telling Better than Eminem, bigger than Elvis Yeah, I'm bigger than Elvis When I walk in the room, my ego's first Stand on Internet business like a boss Look at my Creepers shirt Never gonna fight in real life at all costs Till I leave this earth When are y'all gonna realize it's a facade? Yeah, but at least it works Letras de cancionesI made my ma fuck my manager Told her, "be loose" I spent a lot of money Blame it on her, now she's through I got my new girl pregnant Had to convince myself she's cute I'll be lucky if I know my daughter when she's two You wanna see me doing? Doing, doing, rapping? Stalactite, metamorphosis, I'm a megalodon swordfish Eclectic poles, a fall bark and a tree Nobody smarter than me Don't matter if it's offbeat Church, motherfucker? What's up, dawg, what you doing? You doing a little rapping? Doing rapping, Ryan? Let me show you how to do this shit, lil' boy I could double-time like a number nine That's a Glock with a switch on it I was dead broke, now I got a pot I could piss on it You a damn joke, every Instagram post You a douche-bag stroke All you do is BH on it, diss on it Sketch a friend that got for bitch No one else does better, all you do is shit on it Motherfucker need to move on Pretty sure your life ain't spit on it Find a d and sit on it Church dick, he big dog, but he dog food Wanna see him get better? Shit I think we all do Life cave it in like he 'bout to fall through Ryan think he 50 cent but he just Ja Rule And I don't even want to do this I'm he brew this to see a Judas Drink the cool lady feed the foolish You rule is over he think you do win Ha-ha, hey hold up Turn that fucking music off You made your bed now you got to lay on it I dropped a beat too if I couldn't stay on it You set the bar so low When you do something average Your fans are ecstatic fanatic Like Bryan that's fantastic That's it everyone clap for the handicap kid Take a knee you can't come back From this like Kaepernick He acts as if he invented rap But never uses pen and pad and Wouldn't step foot in the neighborhood It was invented at Anyone smell a rat What are you better at Laying to your fans that's cool I'm a better dad Erratic behavior Fans think you're a savior What Kool-Aid we drinking today Choose a flavor Church a clueless hater You're a cult leader right Kill yourself dear God do us a favor How you rap off beat with no beat You beating me in rap It's like beating me in track with no feet We are different you rhyme I'm burning a 100 proof You wouldn't stand behind your words If the sign was right in front of you George bush could drive home And you still wouldn't leave with a "W" I'm 'a bury you in that red fucking Onesie just to fuck with you Saying I paid 50 bucks for people to diss you I ain't go to Truth is I couldn't pay him enough not to I got into a fight in Nashville You tried to use that stood like a man And that's one more fight in Tennessee Then you have News flash If Ryan ain't beefing with the country rapper He starts arguing with this local new cast Everything he says is projection And he been taking so much shit That the guys that protect him Have the police driving by their house for protection You got court coming soon Objection Your ass getting sued Suggestion Stop talking about a dead child for the globe to watch Try holding your daughter Instead of your phone for a photo opp I went to prison 'cause I choked a cop If you went to prison, you just choke on cock If I'm papa duck you're cheddar bob 'Cause every shot you take Hold on let me stop Ryan's like I'm a silly syllabus Filtered through little pickle juice And skittle dust Why [?] putts with my little nuts On the mountain top What the fuck Fucking dumb asses I will drive every nail I will strike you down so you cannot rise You lie defeated before me Ryan ain't a rapper he's an online actor Facts Turned his hat backwards And he hopped on the tractor Facts Then redneck nation gave you A whole bag of cash yep this [?] Still says he took the independent path up Checking flag I done took my laps Jabed them with a bit track get you hooked right back You wrote a this eating eggs you get cooked like that Is that your girl doing drugs or she just look like that You had seven whole minutes on that God-forsaken shitty Ryan Upchurch country version weird yank of Vic Brx is the baptist Demon is the captain I'm the motherfucker that just beat your ass at rap And Dusty Lee that's my dog shout up Buba Sparks Justin Time Jam Wayne Cheddy Bobby Weed Them Boys Can't forget Chuck that's Mees Me Jelly Strug fucking with one There's three of us Ryan don't run this shit no more He deceived us wouldn't even Fight fell on his swords how greedious Simple man and target trailer made That's some brave heart shit And Ryan going be sleeping in some graveyard shit And that's all I got to say bitch this where I quit 'Cause I ain't even wanna do this shit I swear I didn't So, this the end that's where your coughing Get closed my friend is dead and I ain't taking to ghost From Letras Mania