RightClickSaveIt

What what

To the reaper, hurry up, like arriba
The terminator of the game, like will be back
I did whatever it took never a nine to five
No don't you lie no don't you cry
Light the fuse and I'll blow like the forth of July
You will comply or I will supply your life
With such pain that is hard to describe
I am hard to define rather awful design
Hate life to the point that I should've just died
Say you'll pull up on me but you've yet to come by
Injected with lies infected with rhymes
What is it that you do come and please remind
I'm the type of machine that put you in rewind
Bring you back to the very first time
You've ever felt fear running down your spine

Bitch don't say shit
Right clicksave it
I gotta vanquish
Hope you think I ain't shit
Bitchdon't say shit
Right click save it
I gotta vanquish
Hope you think I ain't shit



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor
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