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I really don't give a fuck if you have a blicky tucked
Your lyrics suck
Wish I could run over you with a Chevy truck
Put the guns down and fight with ya hands
Y'all rap like bitches no wonder y'all don't fight like a man
Hell we can even shake hands after the fight
But there is no damn reason someone should lose their life
Or have a mother get the worst fuckin' call of the night
That just isn't right
Y'all the type of pussies I really don't like
I don't even know where I will start
Don't give a damn about ya cars
Quit puttin' that shit in your bars
That makes your music so subpar
Flexin' to a bunch of kids who really don't have shit at all
But they are even bigger idiots who think that they even ball
If we battle I'll leave you scars
I don't give a fuck who you are
Bitch I might just be from Mars
So trust me you'll be seeing stars
Slash your face with a guitar
Burn it up with a cigar
Take the torch and go real far
Me and Jacque the game is ours
I guarantee I don't give a fuck about what is poppin'
Cuz being a fake ass MC ain't one of my options
And I ain't finna suck dick so I can start toppin'
And fuck all that ugly designer shit that y'all be coppin'
Fuck all of your chains
Fuck all your names
Yo girl head game is fuckin' lame
So bitch don't suck it up
Or my mood you will fuck it up
And this dick I will tuck it up
In the game I done stuck it up
Don't care if I ain't blowin' up
I'm sick without the throwin' up
Don't care what set you throwin' up
Y'all just need to start growin' up
I'm like a mix of Captain Falcon and Ganondorf
The type of MC that real men endorse
Not these kids that are the age of 10 plus 4
I feel bad that this fuckin' beat I had to encorpse



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Writer(s): Alemao Delgado
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