Surgery Room

Yeah I don't even know what I'm 'bout to do on this track
But when you have the best producer in PTY
You can do whatever the fuck you wanna do!
Shit I'm about to be all over the place

When it comes to blunts, I don't smoke dem
When I do it in skateboarding they are potent
Bring ya bitches around me and I'ma poke dem
Homies always hear the new verse and I stoke dem
Battle me? I don't really think you wanna do that
Because I guarantee I'll send you to the Gulag
Sacrifice ya lyrically to resurrect Tupac
Also while I'm at it I'ma try and get The Woo back
RIP to PopSmoke
Fuck that teen who killed him, to you I say you not dope
I hope they throw away the key and there is not hope
I hope you try to hang yourself and you do not choke
So you can suffer the rest of ya life
Cry for the rest of ya nights
Hope that they fill ya with pipe
Get ya throat slit with a knife
What you did just isn't right
Pop was becoming so bright
Why go and take out his light?
I'ma save that venting for another day
Instead I'ma vent to you another way
I want Covid just to fuckin' go away
So the kids can finally have the chance to go and play
Fuck the government, always robbin' us
Always say that shit straight up never anonymous
If we all gathered together there is no stopping us
So much pressure they couldn't resort to droppin' us
Really tired of rappers showin' off their ice
So when it comes to rappin' they are not that nice
Does that make you a better person in this life?
Look in the mirror do you see a reflection that you like?
Now I'ma just show you that I'm versatile
With your whack lyrics you prolly couldn't verse a tile
Tell ya girl to come over I'ma drive her wild
Guarantee she will wanna be here for a while
When she see my big dick
There's nothing to nit pick
No need for a dick pic
And she gets her clit licked
I squeeze on her big tits
While she lick my dick tip
No Netflix and Chill bitch
I don't really give a fuck
Who in life you've beaten up
Lyrically I'll rip you up
Tell your mans to pick you up
I don't care about your cars
Or how fuckin' rich you are
Your lyrics to me subpar
You against me miles apart
You ain't cool for making fun of others
You ain't cool for cheatin' on ya lover
Being cool is taking care of mother
She the only reason why I'm a lover
I hate people
I hate riches
That shit turns people into straight bitches
They forget that they came from the dirty trenches
And forget they were swimming with the fishes
I'm a skinny Steven Seagal
Cuz I'm against the law
Melee your face in a Brawl
Rip out your eyes replace 'em with balls
And I really fuckin' promise you I don't care at all
I'll say it again I got the best fuckin' producer in PTY
Y'all dudes need to catch up, makin' the same whack ass type of beats
Over and over again man, get the fuck outta here



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