Don't talk shit, Don't talk shit
I'm a real man although I'm not fit
And I'm not taking any shit from you
And I'm not begging any dick from you
Yeah bro, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do, they're gonna find you?
You'll just be like a little fondue
And you thought everybody would fund you
But
You're poor, nobody gives a fuck
No more, you're running out of luck
Encore, get out of the concert
Like Hodor, I only got one answer
I'm a dancer and a cancer in Kansas
Cause ain't nobody like my ancestors
Necromancer cause I talk with the dead
And soon we'll already be some of them
Life is a minute, but death is a second
Dying is a ticket for hell and I reckon
That our lives can be so vain
Why does my mind can feel no pain?
Ain't no Photoshop, ain't no paint
No filter to drop in the social game
A life with a meaning or a life full of shame
Ain't nobody gonna take all the blame
Check this rap, Check this beat
My deck of cards is full of Aces and Queens
I don't take no drugs, I don't take no bummer
I'm no ghetto thug, but I'm there for the summer
The beers that I chug prove I'm not a newcomer
Your jizz in your pants prove that you're a fast cummer
That's common you have my word
But you can give no pleasure with your little inchworm
I'm not just an MC, just stop all your fantasies
I'm your god your Nemesis, and you should stop drinking Hennessy
Can't you see?
Alcohol is bad for your health but you keep your tendency
Embassy, not at all for you pall, you react with jealousy
You beg respect don't act so holy
Pack your bag like Robot Wall-e
Eat Tobacco, smoke Broccoli
Avocado, Guacamole
You beg respect don't act so holy
Pack your bag like Robot Wall-e
Eat Tobacco, smoke Broccoli
Avocado, Guacamole
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