QUIT

Hey!

Yeah
Hey
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Stop crying around, you fat fuck
Nobody cares about opinions like yours and I
Don't give a fuck about you and I'm
Running up in stores like speedy stop
But I have respect for my own land (Yeah!)
Shut the fuck up, you cannot play with me like LAN, yuh (Yuh)
The flow's on peak, it's showing on beat
You're showing on me, you're fucking on me
That shit is not gay

Yeah
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

And I don't give a fuck about rapping, that shit is dumb, man
If you thought I cared then, man you a bum
And I'll pull up to your sector with the hundred round drum
While I'm clutching the big ole' bottle of rum and that's it

Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh
Hundred round drum, hundred round drum
Hundred round drum, to your fucking face, yuh

Most of you motherfuckers stupid as shit, just quit
It doesn't even take a minute

Just stop
Don't do it
Just quit
Don't go through it, yeah

Contradictory, but don't listen to me
Kids don't exercise your opinion like me, yeah

Just stop
Don't do it
Just quit
Don't go through it, yeah

Don't motherfucking rap
Don't motherfucking try to write bad self-aware shit that nobody fucking likes
Don't motherfucking tweet
Don't fucking be proud when you say your stupid fucking opinion on the president out loud
Shut the fuck up
You fucking cornball
You fucking loser
Internet soldiers act like they know it all
They go dig-dug when they need to find some personal information
For cancellation, in the safety of our nation, I'm just rhyming shit
Local rappers think they're nice, they write raps to an app
And fucking cry around when there's no recognition to be had
Oh, that's cool bro
Oh, you dropped out?
Venmo me $10 dollars right now for a shout out
Guaranteed your ass'll pop off
And bum your family for money for that nicotine addiction
So that's the fucking family funding?
Dudes add Japanese to there designs and think they invented clothes or something
But in reality, your shit is worth nothing
Bro, just fucking stop, please

Just stop
Don't do it
Just quit
Don't go through it

Just stop
Don't do it
Just quit
Don't go through it

Just stop
Don't do it
Just quit
Don't go through it

Just stop
Don't do it
Just quit
Don't go through it, yeah

They should put that man George Bush back in office
I'm fucking serious



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