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YouTube Rapper (Bonus)

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Yeah, when I was younger, I didn't know what to do with myself

Freestyle to freestyle, proving myself

Started focusing on the mission more than spitting

But the feeling that I was missing was the one to kill everybody else

And I'm not violent, I just need to be protected now (Yeah)

My boy just got himself a little pistol, he might shoot it at you

Who am I after? Anyone I gotta stick or put on my pupu platter

Used to chatter but I get way too much pussy to be a YouTube rapper

Shoot you actors

Rap with the way Hulu captures with a Jew crewmaster

Doo-doo, blast your block with a K

Cuckoo clappers from the SooWoo chapter (Yeah)

Tell me how you wanna do it, should I nuke you bastards?

Or, should I go and get 'em with a Count Dooku slasher, do you faster?

Who'd you rather go against?

I control the web like a computer hacker

I been abusin' rappers since animal crackers and Chutes and Ladders

Put 'em in a comatose and I'm goin'

Ghost, feel like I'm cool with Casper

Torture everybody

Put 'em in a group on camera like it's a ooVoo gather

Why they gotta choose me to try hoot to Mathers?

Guess I'm the truth and I boost to Zeus, who's gassin'

But buku flashers on social media say I juke truth backwards

Fuck your boots loose with a duke shoot smasher, I'm solid

I just demolish, please tell the pilot I switch the climate

I'm way too cold, I'm two degrees, it's like I'm switching college

But ain't no need for school if guns

Can teach you trigonomics (Bah, bah)

Curb stomp the only way I'm kicking knowledge

I don't preach, ladies say, "I love you," when you sort of poppin'

You take them for their word and then

They take you for your wallet (Thank you)

How many syllables can he fit within a second with no content?

Use your own logic, no comment (Ha ha)

No more violence

I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence

I got my hand on the button still

Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still

I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence

I got my hand on the button still

Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm runnin' still

Jesus Lord, relieve me more of stress, I need some more revenge

Distort your neck and force a stretch, Like prehistoric Rex

And don't ask me to be your guest feature, more or less

Your new song got four plays like a tease

Before the sex, you need some more success

I'm still a teen of course, I need endorsement checks

I heard you made the Forbes, I need you for some bread

And I don't treat my girls like queens

I treat 'em more like kings in chess

I keep the whores in check

I feel like Jesus when you leave me bored to death

I don't know why anybody wanna come and get it from Dante (Dante)

That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, pop, now you're Pompeii (Hot)

Calling me coward, I'm coming as crazy, calamitous Kanye (Whoa)

Got a gargantuan gun, I'ma get the grown-up gropin' grande

Blah blah, taking agua after rap beef

Put they paws on the faja, bah-bah, black sheep

Nigga, that's weak, fucking raw in the car back seat

Where they take rah-rah rap sheets

Ha-ha, caca, cats keep, crack peeps

Pipes, pips, and I'm glad it's night

Grammatic geist, get status wiped

Coming against me is bad advice

You don't wanna lay up in the poison predicament

Gonna wage us and you're sort of maleficent

Don't I say this, I'm the opposite, people say Amadeus (Wait)

Killing 'em off of my camo

And I be coming equipped with the ammo

Pulling 'em out of the bando

Never your rhyming, no can handle

No more violence from your Sambo

And a big silence of the Lambo

I bring silence from the panel whenever my mic is handled

Ain't no match, you can't light the candle

One of a kind, I'm the prime example

Talking about me, be slightly careful

Comin' to my city is quite the gamble

Better hope that your flight is canceled

Make you scream 'cause I like the sample, wait

This man'll, dismantle

Put your head on this mantle

I see BS on your channel

Get outshined by my shadow

I don't battle, I do not pretend

Don't even rap like this if I'm not with Tech

Tech, I got your back, a back architect

The way I built this shit from the YouTube, kid

I just kill 'em to enjoy the silence

I got my hand on the button still

Don't know why I'm runnin', but I'm- go

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Look at all that hate I generate

I don't feel apart from featherweights

Maybe try when you enter the state

Oh you fuck that cup up every day?

Oh you drink that cup up every day?

Got me thinkin', hold up, anyways

What the fuck you got to celebrate?

How many losses do you tend to take?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Nine, ten, eleven, maybe twelve a day

That's so sad but gee, what can I say?

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