[Verse 1] Finito Shit has been biting like mosquito Climbing up these mountains But I never learned to ski though Gotta shoot my shot But I have never made a free throw ABCD, E to F I’ve always been a G though Dorito Favorite color orange like a Cheeto Sipping on some bubbly but I swear it’s some Jarritos Neat-o Hair imma dye it like keto Jackson, Jackson Michael, Tito Never learned to use my head Watch it, imma shoot my head Careful what you’re saying Fuck around, you’re gonna lose your head Moves are dead, stuck at a standstill Like Medusa’s head Kill the beat so hard I think that the producer dead That’s what I call a deadbeat Push the pedal to the metal Cause I got lead feet And I gotta get the cream All I need is heavy Whipping whipping whipping whipping All I see is dead meat {Chorus] Got too many cooks in the kitchen Whipping whipping whipping Caution wet floor sign But everyone is slipping Haven’t popped a tab but Everyone is tripping All this weight got the scales, uh Tipping tipping tipping Tipping right over History lesson like Tippecanoe You say you’re afraid of me You should be afraid of you The only thing we have to fear is fear itself though Kiss my ass goodbye guess imma see you all in hell though [Verse 2] I’m finished I’m eating Danish With a girl that’s Finnish She’s acting skittish Gonna dump her in two fuckin' minutes I’m kidding Uno reverse card Walking through the desert But I’ll never die of thirst, nah Oh damn You gotta wait a minute, yeah Like Mr. Postman Always acting extra Imma call you “do the most man” Tryna be the breadwinner You can call me toast man Better stop myself before this Turns into a roast man Posted Deathly Hallows Yeah I’m in the ghost land Ghostface, no face This really is no place You wanna be, you need to be You have to be, you dream to see If seeing is believing Does Stevie Wonder believe in me? Man, I guess he doesn’t though Ask me if I’m lying, I say yes But I wasn’t though Did that like six, seven Eight times, a dozen though Why the fuck I do this shit I don’t know ask my cousin bro! Ya feel me?
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