STEP5

Dog Food

Genesis

Expelled

Lyrics:

A pussy be dissing me over some petty shit that I just said on the internet
You claiming you punk
But you covered in cum and you probably sleeping with pillow pets
Compare to Eminem cuz I'm way better than all of you faggots it's evident
Don't even come stepping
I'll turn your collective to nothing but dust while I'm sliding so effortless
Nothing but pestilence
Smothered in syphilis
Nothing but shit that I'm stepping in

You clearly desperate
You want my attention so bad
But you never gon get it bitch
You swear that you different
Nah, you just high off them uppers and thinking you spitting shit
You could never saying nothing that's making me budge
But I'll let you get up and go try again

You probably could learn a lil thing or two
I'd rather be helping than dissing you
Matter fact, I ain't even gon mention you
I'm protecting you
Boy, let me mentor you
Working together to gather the revenue
It'd be better than being a vegetable
Bitch, come correct when I'm stepping through
If you gon test me again then I'm ending you

You could never fuck with a juggernaut
Bitch I'm above it cuz I'm an underground demigod
Every line deadly and laced up with fentanyl
Pussy probably pissed cuz I'm breaking through the pinnacle
Probably wanna diss me cuz I make em feel invisible
But I'm untouchable
Bitch I'm invincible

And I ain't fuckin with none of these imbeciles
All of they tracks are weak and dismiss-able

What was you thinking would actually happen?
Y'all got me literally actually laughing
Cunts, your career could be catching a casket
Tragic
Dirty
Rotten
Rancid
Pussy prancing, faggot actors
Lying in them raps you crafting
Capping
You ain't bout that action
Bitch, I'm clapping all ya asses

On em like a fuckin raptor
Dragging shit just like Jurassic
Shred yo shit like Marsh Mathers
Body full of fuckin maggots
Glock off safety a fuck a addict
Imma juggernaut big black magic
Black hair trigger
Burn a nigga shit
Smell like we melting plastic
I stay with the plan A
I ain't got no plan B
I went and copped myself a 4 and bought yo bitch a plan B

The bitch on dick like she a tweaker
I hate attics
Anne Frank
Don't get it twisted
Bottled up, boy we pop shit like champagne
You talk bout what the man do
Let's talk bout what the man ain't
I'm way more than just a man
Cuz I do what the man can't

I'm shooting like I'm campaign
Pop the bucket, can of paint
Make it drip like candy paint
Banana clip like plantains

We fuck em up and fuck em up again
Bitch I need more than a hundred thousand
It take less than a hour to blow a fuckin ten

I just met two bitches at the club
Thought they was fuckin friends
Slid both of them bitches to the crib
Find out they fuckin twins

Man I just like my Glock cuz both them hoes identical
I interview with a sniper rifle
Peak just like my pinnacle
Wet some shit
Suspend you in the air
That's just off principle
Like Mike Jones cuz boy I got so many arms like tentacles

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