Stupid Cunt
Hahahahahaha...
You lil' piece of shit...
Stupid bitch!
Fuck! (Know what I'm saying?)...
Bryce Breckenridge... (Nine, seven, oh...)
Two thousand and...(You know what I'm saying?)
And... nineteen (What?)
Fucking faggots!
You a stupid cunt, and I'll be speaking facts
Fuck your written raps, I'll have snipers on yo ass
Step to me, and motherfuckers getting grabbed
By the hair and dragged, and I'ma be on the wrath
Spit some rhymes, and I'ma be on the watchlist
Got a rap career to end, where's the cockpit?
Drive your shit down, motherfucker spot this
"Look Alive"? Pussies gon' be dead on my shit
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
You a stupid cunt, motherfucker's getting scared
Bitches poppin pills, I be rapping in their ear
Hoes breaking up with boyfriends like affairs
You ain't tough enough to pop my eardrum with a snare
Taking shit seriously like a kid
Now you're getting older, Abby Dickenson!
I battle you on writer's block, I'm still gonna win
Shut your mouth, or I'll put your name on my shit
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
I'm tired of being nice, I set fire to freezing ice
I bet, that motherfucker would like it to see me die 'cause I'ma
Talk that shit, and cause that hit, and you gon'
Slit that wrist, and hit that bitch, and I'll be
Back in the basement, laying dead in an hour
Wake the fuck up from a death, headed to the shower
To drown your family in your past, motherfuckers are cowards
Stuck your stinking rap career in the atmosphere, devoured
You just had me ripped off, and now I'm getting pisst off
I talk too much shit, I went to the bathroom on Kriss Kross
You stupid motherfucker! Step to me? I'm this raw
From having you bitches dead on the ground when it's kickoff
You're late, Mister! Get hit in the face with a
Razor blade stiffer than Christopher Reeve with gays with 'em
You ain't vicious enough to call and fake a sickness
You were never made to live, so fuck yourself with plates and dishes!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [Hahahahaha] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) [You lil' piece of shit] You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [Bitch] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [970] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) [You know what I'm saying?] You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [What?] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
You lil' piece of shit...
Stupid bitch!
Fuck! (Know what I'm saying?)...
Bryce Breckenridge... (Nine, seven, oh...)
Two thousand and...(You know what I'm saying?)
And... nineteen (What?)
Fucking faggots!
You a stupid cunt, and I'll be speaking facts
Fuck your written raps, I'll have snipers on yo ass
Step to me, and motherfuckers getting grabbed
By the hair and dragged, and I'ma be on the wrath
Spit some rhymes, and I'ma be on the watchlist
Got a rap career to end, where's the cockpit?
Drive your shit down, motherfucker spot this
"Look Alive"? Pussies gon' be dead on my shit
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
You a stupid cunt, motherfucker's getting scared
Bitches poppin pills, I be rapping in their ear
Hoes breaking up with boyfriends like affairs
You ain't tough enough to pop my eardrum with a snare
Taking shit seriously like a kid
Now you're getting older, Abby Dickenson!
I battle you on writer's block, I'm still gonna win
Shut your mouth, or I'll put your name on my shit
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
I'm tired of being nice, I set fire to freezing ice
I bet, that motherfucker would like it to see me die 'cause I'ma
Talk that shit, and cause that hit, and you gon'
Slit that wrist, and hit that bitch, and I'll be
Back in the basement, laying dead in an hour
Wake the fuck up from a death, headed to the shower
To drown your family in your past, motherfuckers are cowards
Stuck your stinking rap career in the atmosphere, devoured
You just had me ripped off, and now I'm getting pisst off
I talk too much shit, I went to the bathroom on Kriss Kross
You stupid motherfucker! Step to me? I'm this raw
From having you bitches dead on the ground when it's kickoff
You're late, Mister! Get hit in the face with a
Razor blade stiffer than Christopher Reeve with gays with 'em
You ain't vicious enough to call and fake a sickness
You were never made to live, so fuck yourself with plates and dishes!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [Hahahahaha] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) [You lil' piece of shit] You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [Bitch] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [970] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) [You know what I'm saying?] You stupid cunt!
(Aye, aye) [What?] You fuckin' bitch!
(Aye, aye) You stupid cunt!
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Writer(s): Bryce Breckenridge
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