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[Verse 1:]
Yo I'm runnin' for stardom, restarting my prime
I’m comin' in harder, with the heart of a lion
And a modern design, I’m buyin' trends to find some friends
If I offend you, fiddle with my dick like a violin
I’m a leviathan to suburban crackers
I only work with trappers who smack these twerkin' flappers
There’s certain rappers that need a smackdown
For droppin' their shitty freestyles with my beats in the background
These students treat you like a king, but you a class clown
Find me in the traphouse with your bitches ass out
They call you the greatest, but you can’t write a song
I’ll snap any damn neck whether it’s wide or long
Don’t care if it’s right or wrong, it's no assumption
Make these haters have a major malfunction
Celebrity disciples be prideful, claimin' they wrote the Bible
That’s why my rival is mad at me 'cuz I dissed his idol
It’s like Lynne Cheney attackin' Slim Shady over lyrics
You drop a whole EP, but it causes no hysterics
So you get your friends to grow the analytics, but where’s the critics?
Cuz your shit doesn’t sound prolific
You think I’m skittish, but you’re too wet, we live in a duplex
Fuckin' with me is like a game of Russian roulette
My mind’s loaded, spun around, (boom) your head exploded
Should’ve revolved, now you’re bloated, and dissolved into molten
[Verse 2:]
Fuck the Grammys, they only give awards to punanis
They gave you best rap album, but didn’t check all the nooks and crannies
They must be poppin' xanies if they don’t give Push the crown
Pass the Kush around, they just want you cuz your tush is round
You can shush for now, I’m bout to ambush the town
You got backlash for a reason, and it’s increasin' cuz you’re displeasin'
I don’t care if you went platinum
I’ve heard way better albums than that one
You a huge clunk droppin' some new junk for money
Imagine wantin' your cunny, I swear that shit’s funny
Probably smellin' like tunny, a terrible and massive odor
And yet, you gain clout from Worldstar and Fashion Nova
Don’t worry, I’m a casanova, it’s just you I don’t like
You got a daughter, but you are your own tyke
I pray you don’t raise her to be a thot like you
Or her friends will tell her that she looks a lot like you
How many rappers like me on the spot? Quite few
If you think it’s about the money, I am not like you

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