BITCHASS CHAIR

We need to stop crying after we get hit by an item
It's Mario Kart, you're going to get redded
You're going to greened
Stop crying-
Well, Process, I'm not talking about the red
I'm talking about the fact that-
I'm not talking to you, Vincent
Yes you- I'm crying about getting hit by a red
Because I thought he was the DK
That's- I was thinking of that when we were crying lap 1
Over getting redded off, it happens
Parasite
Maxi got it again, got it a-
Maxi
Ayy
Ayy, yuh, ayy
JJXON
Yuh
L team needa come back
And I got my Air Force 1s all black
We make tracks and put 'em in da pack
And we give a little rap for the slimes in da trap (That's facts)
If I ever take an L, run it back
You ain't better than me, that's cap
You must be an amnesiac (Ayy, yuh)
You know me I need that rack (Ayy, yuh)
I'm a G in the makin', I'm eating the bacon
I feel like I'm Klayton with all these fuckin' threes that I'm makin'
I lead when I'm racing, I'm speedin' and chasin'
I cheat like I'm Mason 'cause we never patient
Soon I'll be leadin' the nation (What, what)
I got weed in the basement I need when I'm wasted
I'm feelin' amazin' from all this THC I'm inhailin'
I feel like I'm Daylon with wiis that I'm mailin'
But he need some bailin'
I lead when you trailin' 'cause i succeed when you failin' (on god)
It's DJ Neak on the beat
Licking feet, they just a treat
'Bout to make this track complete
Run it up like an athlete
Daylon, what's with the deceit
Why you sendin' kids your meat
Discord account you delete
Bitchass chair, now take a seat
BC3 is free af
But you won't be when you're locked up
Bald spots in your hair
Should remind you that you're grown up
Star Clan is angry
I don't much care frankly
New York pizza party
Gonna cry, you need a hankie?
Maybe when you sent your snake
It was an honest mistake
Then again it does perplex
You did it more than once Rx
Maybe it's time to start acting your age
Go and log off, make a livable wage
Your hairline go higher than my mmr
Your complexion is ashy, call it cigar
Spit fire like I'm Grumble Volcano
Spit fire like I'm Grumble Volcano
Spit fire like I'm Grumble Volcano
Spit fire like I'm Grumble Volcano
Haters hating yeah that's all they know
Haters hating yeah that's all they know
You should know minors give no consent bro
How in the world does that make me the a-hole (Ooh)
Speed so fast yeah I'm riding the tempo
Kids don't consent bro, do you get the memo?
You just can't be happy with a woman or man, no
Manipulate children, that is the plan, oh
When you left, I gladly said bye
You're a fucking terrible guy (Schpeak)
You ain't getting in LAN so don't even try
How is your hairline hitting the sky (Ooh)
Yuh why you always sitting
In yo' bitch ass chair
Just collecting bald spots
In your receding hair
I don't care, yeah you need Jesus
Just sit still I'll send a prayer
Or the cops, so that no more kids
Will have your meat shared (Wee woo, wee woo)
Did you think it was a good thing
That a minor got your meat sent (Yessir)
Man I thought that you were decent
Before acting all indecent (Yikes)
And what's up with your forehead
It's so massive I could pitch a tent
Up in the clouds your hairline went
Too bad you can't make your bitch consent (Ooh)
No way I'm not
Getting head tonight
I'm in space like an
Artificial satellite
Talking to the kids
After midnight
I'ma smash you
Like a meteorite
Bald spots on yo head
I be making all this bread
You make minimum wage
Nigga you needa act yo' age
I'ma take a trip to the diner
While I'm wearing designer
Y'all peasants, but I'm diviner
Daylon has a bad hairliner
Ucciboy back on the beat
About to get on [?]
Boy you trash, nigga you ass
You not droppin' heat, Jaggy drop more heat than you