[Intro] A 20 minute song It's not actually 20 minutes Duey! Put on something creative Duey, you're so fucking DIRTY, hehehe Oh boy Is there any way that I can put a melody over this No Yeah! I am the melody Yuh
[Verse 1: (PROD. DUEY DIRTY)] Hate me, nigga hate me You a dummy funny lady I'll name you Katie Talking shit, you like a baby I cannot understand I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants In my hands Make you dance Fuck a no melody I am the melody Kill the beat Marrick and I catching felonies I am not listening to what you're telling me I am not buying the shit that you're selling me I'm in the cut with Sir Duey he dirty I'm making this art til I'm well over thirty Or forty, you buying that clout get aborted You niggas unworthy of being awarded For anything other than being recorded As some of the worst niggas labeled important Go put some more in You like a moron i ain't talking foreign But nigga I'm touring Keep up the pouring That poison yo organs I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead Popping them pills 'Till these artists there's more dead Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads
[Verse 2: (Prod. WENDIGO X CHRIST DILLINGER)] I'm sick of you niggas I'm sick of you bitches Go say what you want about me and my riches You faking statistics These niggas be leaving they lipstick On top of my dick tip Pussy I whiff it from miles away I will never work with niggas that do shit for clout 'cause they dry like a pile of hay Ain't nothing new nigga Ain't shit to do withcha I'm pushing shit like Van Gogh or Kanye In the van go from LA to The Bay and then back 'Cause I'm very much missing my bae Hair on my dick and my face and i shave it with mace and erase it Flow into the drain Ain't came here to play What you wan say? One of these days Imma blow up like Hiroshima So sir i don't buy no plays I don't even care if you listen You shitting or pissing You ain't missing nothing important Bitch it's a blessing That through all the stressing I get to take What i imagine and form it You an informant As in you know about me You informing the people You scorn it Aren't you bored yet? To get that clout all these fakers will forge it I am so pure and so gorgeous I'm sick of you niggas I'm sick of you whores Pimples in all of your pores Walk on all fours Can't open doors Where are my thumbs? I am too dumb I'm sick of you niggas I'm sick of you bitches Go say what you want about me and my riches I'm swimming in ditches I'm dipping through gullies I keep an eye open like Mike who with Sully I'm bitchin' I'm bitchin' niggas in the kitchen whippin' I'mma grip a stick and I'mma stir slowly Niggas be wishing the worst for me I'mma do me I'm my own homie Don't owe you nothing you don't know me Ain't wrote for me I grip a stick I wrote a poem not a rap I'll be slapping when the money's bottlecaps Fall out With niggas that care about All clout I'm hanging with Wendigo We in new york and we sticker the city I'm hanging with Dillinger spitting it witty I rap on the track like I diddle her kitty Fast I get an o for like fiddy Gas No I don't smoke with no biddy Pass Spider gang titty committee Ass
[Verse 3: (Prod. SOLSA)] (Shoutout that cute ass nigga Chris , mwah nigga) Helter skelter Kill all the beatnicks Kill all the faggots And anyone who seek dicks Face tats and fake plays, uh Waste cash and make no moves I got bass cracking my plays, uh Raise dragon live channel number 2 My momma told me sideways I would have to get outside find my place, uh My momma shares my migraines Look too hard at me might get eye pains, uh Lipstick on my limp dick Mommy, I want a skateboard Mommy, I want to rape whores Mommy, where's daddy? Mommy, what that man came for? (Oh) I don't like you I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me Up in a tree I am so free, caw Who want to breed with me? (ah) Make more of me Make more of me You are my spawn Look up and feed I'm in a tree like we KND Dirty apollo kaka and mazi Solsa down under he sipping his pee Hanging a wallaby up in a tree I'm gonna rap like Eminem this time Spam A tin can of some ham Lamb and damn man Having a grand slam Jabbing it Mad stamina dammit Can famine and cramming an animal Into a pan damage the cannibal Hannibal's hands Bird berry Walk in my Burberrys I herd Mary Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow My turd scary Smelling like burnt Mary A word fairy How did he learn where'd he intern? Fern carrying With a stern stare he'll Burn holes in your mental Fennel seed scent With a rental key to event I got lots of tea if you spending Ain't meant to be in your business I gotta go pay the rent I'm giving up tree for Lent I'm beating it 'till it bent
[Bridge] No, no, no, no, no Stop it
[Verse 4: (Prod. LUISPRODUCEDIT)] Great great great A couple people in my Face face face No other nigga's Songs dropping like the bass bass bass do Thunder blunt keep it a hunnid some it laced laced k-2 At the summit hoe you want it take it Aye aye aye, fool Why you running from the nothing in ya heart? It always catch up Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking ketchup If you step up better have some shit to Say say say, to Me don't waste my time it isn't real in the first place, fool I like hairy bitches, uh I like hairy bitches, uh Bitches with hair, uh I like hairy bitches, uh I like hairy bitches, uh Bitches with hair, uh I'mma do this shit 11 hours in advance Hey Luis do yo dance Give 8XNE8 back his bands scammer If he talking shit I gotta hit him with the ban hammer, ugh If you hear this nigga I know that you can't handle I don't gotta cook a story gripping on a pan handle, ugh What you talking 'bout? ugh Nigga who is that? Fuck a fake friend All you pussy bitches stupid cap Got it out my system like My fecal with the sewer rats Shaka laka zulu, huh New year 30 new you's What we should do Is move the fuck on, huh Walk through the valley yes I walk through the rain And the puddles nigga do not get it muddled All these humans are insane, huh Half metal Kaiba with a blade runner Moving like a wave in a cave Hunter aiming at yo brain Brain brain brain liquid I feel like Eddy grip machete I'm addicted But not by definition 'cause I kicked it Flvco needs his beauty sleep Men have become truly weak (wow) Why are they abusing me? Why are they abusing me? Why are they abusing me? (wow) Flvco needs his beauty sleep Flvco needs his beauty sleep Flvco needs his beauty sleep (wow) Men have become truly weak Why are they abusing me? When I've become truly weak (wow) (Yuh yuh, nah nah, okay)
[Verse 5: (Prod. CXRPSE)] Shoutout Cadaver And for the record, screaming "Yuh" behind your own vocals is overplayed Punk ass niggas I will make your corpse dance I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance I will make your corpse dance, your corpse dance Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Look both ways Before you cross the street (Jumping niggas frogger a logger I'm smoking down a tree) Rotating blades (vrrm vrrm) Bring him to his feet (Staring at you sipping my lager I'm standing down the steet) Care about my kin I'm a father but do not bow to me Bow to god Bow to her pussy that drippin' on your meat Why you never holler Unless you got something else you need Bitch I ain't the caller There's many niggas who be like me Feel like me feel not free Huh "Sand nigga dune coon" I heard it all before Up in the schoolyard Bitch that hurt my feelings I will put you in the fucking floor Yo soda purple, must be sipping on that codiene My soda yellow Hydrochloride what a hoe mean Talking promethazine I will fuck you and your homies I'm a whore nigga, got some balls then show me Go pee (Psss) On my face I got no teeth Water tap on bloody bony finger Tony! In New York I sock your cronies if they phony I'm lonely My only friends are toy ponies (I'm lonely)
[Verse 6: (Prod. THRAXX)] Ayy, shoutout that nigga THRAXX, man Haha, shoutout that nigga THRAXX, haha Yuh THRAXX Fendi Prada Gucci on my waist, huh Then your daughter coochie at my place, huh Then I slaughter booty like a race, huh When she gotta poopy, do me face! Yes That way you can waste less, Hollywood faggot Shove it up ya ass and then drag it I'm a hot bitch if I drag it Bag him and tag it ugh Don't get mad at me I'm a faggot Walking down sunset Boulevard I've had it Bruhmane asking what I'm mad at All of that fag scat Pussy chatter like he Claptrap Nap sack Full of marijuana and some rap cap Hate on me all you want You leave comments on my shit Companies are scared to post me Prolly ran by half a bitch You keep race a thing we tripping on But I don't give a damn ugh Color myself in with sharpie just because I can Yo choppa kill niggas Buss until they dead My choppa heal niggas Bussin' at they heads Yo choppa feel bigger Fill it with some lead My choppa real hitter I hide it from the feds Yo choppa kill niggas Buss until they dead My choppa heal niggas Bussin' at they heads Yo choppa feel bigger Fill it with some lead My choppa real hitter I hide it from the feds
[Verse 7: (Prod. CRMSYN)] Niggas really need to stop, fuck sittin' with us man Spider gang shit I'm off a quaalude, right now Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick Lil tranny goin' 30 I see jay in her lips Is it gay? Give a shit Lay you out like my fit Like a piggy in Hawaii Getting hot up in the pit Lit a ciggy at the light And then pass it like a spliff I'm dirty ass nigga Grip her hips at the party Go stupid, go retarded Make a scene if you get carded I'm an artist Possibly the hardest ever hit a beat Sorry, got my nut up on yo fitted sheet, nigga How you been this week? Tell me while she finish me I am never industry Semen like I'm in this meat Streaming down yo sister cheek Yo plug got a fist of weed Bitch, go use some Listerine Or maybe some Mr. Clean 'Til yo mouth is blistering Head lights bright Hemp wick on my light In-N-Out Tray Cluch CRMSYN rolling outta sight Pack the cookies down tight Then we stop for a bite Got the fries on my left Lemonade on my right Outta sight Rolling so the pine tree bounce around Never outta green because we always keep an ounce around Raw paper packet Got the tucks and i attack it Smoking bleached shit You ain't got the sharpest tool to hack it Put it bluntly Can't receive a dime and try to front me Then you shouldn't tell me that you want weed Tell that fucking cunt leave Riding too high to keep a downer round Turning up a pounding sound Roll and pass a round a pound Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick Go stupid for dumb little bitch with a dick
[Verse 8: (Prod. LIL DARKIE)] I produced this song I made this beat I'm so proud of myself Shoutout Johnnascus Johnny boy Johnny boy Playing with his army toys Johnny tell his mother Let him hang out with the brawny boys Scrawny as he is He hold his own against the bully He pull out his hair and yell at them They aren't fully people Then they beat the fuck out the kid 'Cause they want to Piss on his chucks If he think he know Kung Fu Bear that he hug tight Take it now it's gone too Off his head With the bite of his front tooth Bitch what you gon' do? Outta sight Boutta fight But he hesitate Tongue he bite 'Til he tell the bigger fella "Wait it isn't right" Pulled out his cabella knife And gut the mother fucker Aye you sucker Tell the others If they come around this way you getting stuck up Did I stutter? Run from Johnny he's crazy "Mommy, I think johnny has rabies" Save me That little boy is shady
[Verse 9: (Prod. SONNATIC)] Sonnatic wake the fuck up Sonnatic, wake up Sonnatic Sonatic, wake up Sonnatic! Rickety stick hit Cederick Diggory Wicker man lit you sick of me picket me Know I been tied up Finger bobby pin he prick Back wood lobby suck my dick Burn down the hotel like a wick Wick wick flick Bic Like I said one million times I feel lightning fill my spine Sucking biting when they rhyme Pissy face I lick a lime Kiss my dick tip you a dime Keep a quarter in my mind All times I don't give one fuck about meeting a nigga These little ass kids on IG with they pictures I went to school and I read all my scriptures Maybe then god will let me into heaven And I can look down at the pedophile reverends That burning in hell for not learning they lessons Steady molesting no biblical sessions Aye that's the nigga that gave me depression What's up? Oh hey, just burning eternally Oh cool Wish it was that simple How to pop a pimple Squeeze until you bleed I got momma dimples right up on my cheeks I am up in the dead of night Fall in love if you fed him right, yuh Bitch I'm up in the dead of night Rat race, okay Move your feet if you wit it Searching backpage, okay All the cool shit got deleted Got a flat face (Woo) My Asian bitch got a fat waist All you pussy niggas are in last place Shoutout Killtak
[Verse 10: (Prod. MUPPY)] Listen Muppy, make this beat sound like garbage mate Alright? I just took a whip it in the back of my friend's whip Whip it if the cops wanna start shit we end it I just popped a LEMON Quaalude I was lended You just on the Xannies PERC 30 you pretending I took off her panties work dirty like my collar blue My dollars blue Niggas paying darkie for a comment and a follow too Hollow foo Industry will swallow you All of you Where that nigga Yahweh you was callin' too Nowhere Nowhere to be found See you pound on your head He has to be around, right? Sound bites As in wave eats He don't save fleets Say please Bitch you will obey me nigga Hey team! Let's go make a movie should be way clean Lights camera Dick under my uzi with a gay beam Spray cream Hahaha, yuh, uh Oh man I'm so gay Meth head Lay down on my death bed Oh yeah! I love the way it hold me so bad Oh man! Nigga send the digits if you will not send a fucking location I'm that nigga usually cool but now I got no patience Pussy niggas speaking on me unwisely Pussy niggas tweak in they tweets most likely Would these niggas get on they feet, advise me I can see you clear off this weed no Visene I can see you clear off this weed no Visene I can see you clear off this weed no Visene I can see you clear off this weed no Visene I can see you clear off this weed no Visene I can see you clear off this weed and I'm high g Dirty nigga take care of your personal hygiene I can see you I spy with my little eye A little man small fry on his inner thigh Hop a fence Leave yo grandma behind I feel something tense Wrap around and it bind, yuh Now I know what you're thinking This song is getting kinda to the end, true That means some cool shit is about to happen
[Verse 11: (Prod. LIL CUBENSIS)] Aye Cubensis, play the beat Hahaha, this nigga sound hairy Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout Bitch you hella pussy Many kitties flockin' round In yo city talking loud I can see you walking out While I'm rapping I'm a dog owner I yell at the cat then Kick his backend I know why these niggas yapping 'Cause they mad that I'm attacking Everything they holding dear Being racist live in fear Being hateful Killing queers Let a Darkie smoke marijuana While walking trail of tears Bitch I rip out my hair I wanna Put niggas on they rears You can say what you ponder we kinda Don't even need you here Suicide Commit suicide Yeah I tried to Sad turned mad when I figured I was lied to, huh What the fuck you offer to a nigga like me? Run that shit back to the curb Off a nigga, we'll see In the cut Sew it up dealing stitches no fee Straight mixing up this shit Bath water cup of tea Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh My boys on my back 12 pull up when we shooting for a track, wack Slide to the crib in the back Baby ass kid got a bib for the yak Black Sky with the break dust And under it gun they make bust And under it LA break trust And under it all they fake us like Mannequins up in the pike These Anakin bitches is killing the light Sike I'm biking bitch go take hike I ain't yo Darkie and you ain't my type Yuh Light fire to grass get water or rock on it Ground pound like I taught her to hop on it Round sound no squares in my circle One loud round when we passing the purple No bumming no hits off of Brahman i call that shit robbin' He leave you red like a robin Birdie hop out of the nest without wearing a vest On his chest Already mobbin' Pull up and you stutter My face in the neon it making you panic Manic depressive unless I got blunt in my face Little boy what you be on what's happening Faking Illusions and smoke on reflectors They never said they protectors Ugh Protect us I bet, then wet us Let us be sheep for the lettuce Get us They judge us ain't even met us I gotta hop on my shit right quick We swimming the current they trying to net us Curran put bruv on the shit right quick Til spider gang get up
[Outro] That's the whole song It's done right nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
