| Aight, look
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| Bitch, you really, really, really don’t deserve it
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| But for entertainments sake
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| Fuck it, I’ll engage
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| I’m glad to provide you an outlet for your bottled rage
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| I mean, we all see you last night on Steve Collin’s page
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| Mad as fuck, cause he wouldn’t take the side that got her praise
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| He’s a smart man
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| You’re a whiny bitch
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| Tweetin' fans every time your ass has a tiny itch
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| I could reverse chronologically construct a giant list
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| Of everything you’ve posted since the 2009 eclipse
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| And 90 percent of it bein' crybaby ventin' and bitchin'
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| Whinin' for attention
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| Why don’t you get it homie?
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| Y’all defendin' are simply awful
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| Wit' motherfuckers who sit and blog
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| And they wind up pissing off each other
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| Then get in brawls with written intentions
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| And the other 10 percents missin'
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| Cause it was all my ass cheeks and him kissin'
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| You must be under the impression that I give a fuck
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| Here’s my but
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| Treat it like an envelope, lick it shut
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| You disrespected me, I dissed you, what?
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| I guess sometimes the eagle just likes hearin' the chickens cluck
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| If you don’t think I didn’t read that?
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| 25,000 for my skull?
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| Bitch,
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| Internet gangsta goin' apeshit on Facebook
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| I dropped your fuckin' dad from
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| Fuckin' death threats
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| Check your phone, fat fuck
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| GrewSum’s waitin' for your next sex text
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| bitch, I ain’t even have beef wit’chu
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| Now we could take it to the streets homie, but believe me you
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| I got people from the five burrows who should be in zoos
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| Who owe me favors and be Satanists
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| Punk, I ain’t afraid of you
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| And I ain’t afraid of Grew
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| Now watch your fuckin' fans who would hate us too
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| Before you plan an attack
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| Think about the man in the hat
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| As a matter of fact
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| I’m the man in the hat
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| So you ready to scrap?
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| You might never come back
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| You’re gonna wake up underground from the blow that left you flat
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| Delivered by the man in the hat |