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(Lyrics)

Uh, yuh this is a bit off topic
But I be ballin
Rap on a beat and don’t make any profit
S-s-sucking my meat and I told her to stop it
She got some critters they creepy and crawling
Yeah they be crawling yeah they be walkin
Saw her outside the street, like Joe Goldberg yeah I be stalking
Fuck her so bad yeah she in a coffin
Tears in her eyes like when are we stopping?
Went from fucking to molliwhopping
All the angles I’m starving like Marvin!
Queefed out her ass I think she just sharted!
Hot gas in her ass call the fire department!
Crazy on this beat I think I am retarded!
All angles like Patrick yeah I am a starfish!


(Verse 2)

She’s hawkin on my tuah 
Yeah I’m gonna do her
Yeah, did her real good
Did her at the back of a fucking hooters
Niggas be talkin shit through a computer 
Don’t be runnin nigga I’m Mario Judah
This niggas a loser
Digital shooter
Caught his ass IRL that keyboard shit was just a rumor


(Verse 3)

Make him get slapped make him bite the cement
Hit em in the head there’s a bump and there’s a dent
We head tappers, that head is bent
Yuh, crashing in fast like I got a fucking fighter jet
Ash Ketchum winning all of these fights, they on my poke-dex


(Verse 4)

Whispering on the beat, yeah I’m a lil tired
Spat all these bars under my blanket, oh shit, now it’s on fire
I be switching flows up to make all my shit perspire 
Imma always be up, even when I am retired
Passing all these bars around, yeah they like some fliers
I be rapping in the night, I be rapping in the dire 
Doing all this shit alone, I’m my own choir
I know you want to be me, I know I am who you admire


(Verse 5)

Yeah I am a freak, but I am not diddy
Nibbling, dribbling sucking her titties
She’s eating my meat, I’m banging her kitty
I’m making it new, like New York City 
I’m like Mr beast, but I am not jimmy
Yeah she asked for a band, so I gave her fifty
I’m Mr McMan, my banks looking pretty
He showed me a band and and that shit looked silly

 
(Verse 6)

This shit ain’t no fun, he’s fake flexing it’s buns
He said that he is like that,  but he is big and he’s rotund
He’s an internet shooter go get him his gun
I’m the father I’m the darth Vader you’re my son


(Verse 7)

Gonna switch the flow up,
I’m finna blow up,
Every year it’s clear in the mirror I’ll always glow up
Bitch you better tote up
You got no bucks
You messing with the goat yeah, you got no luck

(Ending Verse)

He’s showing me digital money  yeah he’s showing robux, oh fuck, now you’re stuck
That must suck,
Now you’re dead, snuck in your head with a hockey puck 
Clam,bam yeah, I’m a fucking geoduck
I got nunchucks too I’m like Norris, you can call me Chuck 
Comparing yourself to the goat, you’re a fucking bum 
Hearing 808s and hearing all these fucking drums
Stuck in your head forever, you can call me bubblegum

silly rap

Boom bap type beat 
the sample is Midnight And You (Alternate Version) by 
The Love Unlimited Orchestra



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