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Stop (Yeah) Wait a second, let me check the time Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise Watch (Damn) Me do everything you can't do Think that we're the same, but you're just great value Woah Don't think that you're slick kid Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted Damn Yeah, my words, they be arrogant Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman, huh B*t*h, I'm winning, got the high ground, huh Chop your legs off, we got a man down, huh B*t*hes never knew my name and now I stand out In the standoff, b*t*h, I'm Michaеl, I don't stand down (Ya-ya) I got these fantasies of violеnce in my f**king brain Anxiety inside my head, I need a f**king break I know I could never hope to live until my demon is slain I killed it once but it came back, do it all over again I hit you without even trying, ain't no lucky shot (Nah) B*t*h, look at me I'm in the shadow like a sunny spot (Hah) I feel like torrens having way too many bloody thoughts You feel your b*t*h in love with you, but she a bloody thot, ye There's so many f**kers, I could see be trapped inside my basement You say I'm a psycho, that's a f**king understatement Head in the clouds, now I fancy myself a spaceman My demons want a bloodshed, they say I'm their monster spokesman Sh*t, I don't need you or my friends anymore I wanna tear that b*t*h a new one, don't know what I'm spending money for (Yeah) Starting to feel like Torso b*t*h, 'cause I've been f**king obsessed with a b*t*h Starting to feel like Ezio b*t*h, talk about my b*t*h, I wonder which Stop (Yeah) Wait a second, let me check the time Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise Watch (Damn) Me do everything you can't do Think that we're the same, but you're just great value Woah Don't think that you're slick kid Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted Damn Yeah, my words, they be arrogant Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman B*t*h, I got you on the low ground Lots of gossip and talks of ripping your throat out A lightning spark in a bottle, if it ain't raw sh*t it's awful I talk a lot 'cause my dollers up and yo dough down Yo wait, how you do that right there? F**kin' up my whole day? I can't help but laugh and hold a grin around my whole face Feel it in the night air, f**kin' with the wrong mayn Find ya common sense before it go and get lost again I don't love a salty kid Open ya wounds hoe, 'cause I'm gon' pour the salt right in it F**k up out my way, keep my strains in a f**kin ziplock See you lates, switchin' lanes, while you stuck in motherf**kin' gridlock Rip the face off a racist and hyperpop star Ain't a place on my playlist or on my roster Stick my leg in the blade outside of a spinning copter It won't break 'cause I'm made of diamonds, you made of chalk dust Indirect contact, transmitting virus What they say? Got milk? F**k that, got blood? Indica for my lung ay, flying higher than Top Gun Throw the clip and the drum away, pipe bomb make you pop gush Stop (Yeah) Wait a second, let me check the time Got two hands, boutta slap you counter clockwise Watch (Damn) Me do everything you can't do Think that we're the same, but you're just great value Woah Don't think that you're slick kid Actin' like a b*t*h and you boutta get fisted Damn Yeah, my words, they be arrogant Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
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