Single
Why'd you leave so easy baby don't you need me
I'm single, just like this single
Dropped a bitch but I ain't ready to mingle
Don't need to scratch that itch, it's a gift I unwrapped
Holidays came early so be nimble and call Kris Kringle
Tell him to shove that box of pringles
While i crinkle cut this simple jingle
And hold up the middle finger
To a stint in the rehab, the psyche ward or the motherfucking clinker
Fuck it, I'd rather get shot like Harambe the gorilla
Kiss my ass and swim behind my flotilla
Better duck and take cover while I fight Godzilla
I'm still not taking the red or blue pill
I'm still not faking being the fucking villain
I'm gonna peel your skin off like Ramsay
Don't matter if its Gordon or Bolton bitch
I'll make you scream, yelp and squeal
So kneel, bow down, this ain't no stage act or cage match
Fuck Vince and Dana this a rage match
You couldn't catch me with Norweigians
Japs, Ahab, harpoons, sonar and a fishing net in your fucking snatch
Get the fuck back, before I stab you with a plastic knife in your fucking eye
Snap it inside so splinters fuck with your fucking mind
Go cry bitch
I see those tears, fucking crocodile
Now step the fuck back there yeah about half a mile
Look through the one that works, slut you're only half blind
And watch me whet my appetite for homicide
I'm single, just like this single
Dropped a bitch but I ain't ready to mingle
Don't need to scratch that itch, it's a gift I unwrapped
Holidays came early so be nimble and call Kris Kringle
Tell him to shove that box of pringles
While i crinkle cut this simple jingle
And hold up the middle finger
To a stint in the rehab, the psyche ward or the motherfucking clinker
Fuck it, I'd rather get shot like Harambe the gorilla
Kiss my ass and swim behind my flotilla
Better duck and take cover while I fight Godzilla
I'm still not taking the red or blue pill
I'm still not faking being the fucking villain
I'm gonna peel your skin off like Ramsay
Don't matter if its Gordon or Bolton bitch
I'll make you scream, yelp and squeal
So kneel, bow down, this ain't no stage act or cage match
Fuck Vince and Dana this a rage match
You couldn't catch me with Norweigians
Japs, Ahab, harpoons, sonar and a fishing net in your fucking snatch
Get the fuck back, before I stab you with a plastic knife in your fucking eye
Snap it inside so splinters fuck with your fucking mind
Go cry bitch
I see those tears, fucking crocodile
Now step the fuck back there yeah about half a mile
Look through the one that works, slut you're only half blind
And watch me whet my appetite for homicide
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Writer(s): Ahmed Ghazali
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