| Are you gonna bark all day, lil' doggy?
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| Or are you gonna bite?
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| Ah, okay
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| Here we go again, civil hit 'em
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| 100 kilogram sledgehammer rhythm that’ll split 'em on impact
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| Swimming like Gibbens through this track
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| We keep the safe guarded by Rhodesian Ridgebacks
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| Underground studio, witch craft
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| Stuck in the booth like a movie role
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| The hash in the air smells like cookie dough (Who you know)
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| I couldn’t give a fuck less about
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| Try rapping that tuff with ya guts hangin' out!
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| That about does it, ya heart rate plummets
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| Ya best friends vomits, the sky rains comets
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| No shoulda, woulda, coulda or what ifs
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| Hacked into nugget sized trash bag rubbish
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| You talking to the one that wrote branded at 21
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| Fuck ya Instagram, fuck Donald Trump and Lil Pump
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| This is rebel shit, heavy metal shit
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| Spit at the cops and skip school for the hell of it!
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| They call it hip-hop but where are the bars, yo? |
| (Where are the bars?)
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| Yeah, you treway but you rap with armee
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| I catch bodies like Narcos
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| Stuff a fake rapper face first in a wood chipper like Fargo
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| I scribble riddles that kill all you little Lils
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| Ya body is in the shed while I pillow talk with yo widow
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| I bet a lot of parents don’t like Skits
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| But it goes like this…
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| Ahem, listen kids
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| That’s not a knife, this is a knife
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| That’s not a rapper, don’t give 'em a mic
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| That’s not a classic, fuck all the hype
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| Fuck all your likes, gimme your life
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| See, I’m anti social, I don’t wanna talk to niggas
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| Mind yo fuckin' business, I don’t wanna chalk them niggas
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| Count yo fuckin' fingers, now you gonna lose some digits
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| When the Reaper set foot inside the buildin' shit get vivid
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| Live it to the the limit, any sin I did commit it
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| Niggas try to live it, I can see it’s just a gimmick
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| See, I’m an old spirit, but my body young, nigga
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| Got a drum gun ready to stun these dumb niggas
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| So Imma lay 'em flat like a flat earth theory
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| Y’all niggas don’t wanna come near me, I swear, B
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| I fuck 'em up beyond recognition, that’s the first step
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| Skits pour the gasoline, we light 'em up like birdsnest
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| Burst chest, alien, I’m the worst yet
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| Perfect organism, cut yo circuits
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| See, I’m in deep space, y’all niggas always delayed
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| Better listen to what we say, or get erased, B-day
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| Anger in my chest, I gotta let out all the energy
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| Soundcloud rapper, you is not who you pretend to be
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| I will beat one of y’all niggas, I wanna be one y’all niggas
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| So I can jump on the cliff and never have to see one of y’all niggas
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| I’m a different type of breed, yeah, different type of trap, yeah
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| Slit a rapper throat and fuck his bitch right in the ass, yeah
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| I bet a lot of parents don’t like Reap, but I’m in too deep
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| Don’t sleep
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| That’s not a knife, this is a knife
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| That’s not a rapper, don’t give 'em a mic
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| That’s not a classic, fuck all the hype
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| Fuck all your likes, gimme your life
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| That’s not a knife, this is a knife
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| That’s not a rapper, don’t give 'em a mic
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| That’s not a classic, fuck all the hype
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| Fuck all your likes, gimme your life |