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Stop Wait a second let me check the time Got two hands boutta slap you counter clockwise Watch Me do everything you can't do Think that we're the same but you're just great value Woah Don't think that you're slick kid Actin like a bitch and you boutta get fisted Damn Yeah my words they be arrogant Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman bitch i'm winning got the high ground huh chop your legs off, we got a man down huh bitches never knew my name and now i stand out in the standoff bitch i'm michael i don't stand down I got these fantasies of violence in my fucking brain anxiety inside my head i need a fucking break I know I could never hope to live until my demon is slain I killed it once but it came back, do it all over again i hit you without even trying ain't no lucky shot bitch look at me i'm in the shadow like a sunny spot i feel like torrens having way too many bloody thoughts you feel your bitch in love with you but she a bloody thot ye there's so many fuckers i could see be trapped inside my basement you say i'm a psycho that's a fucking understatement head in the clouds, now i fancy myself a spaceman my demons want a bloodshed, they say i'm their monster spokesman shit, i don't need you or my friends anymore i wanna tear that bitch a new one, don't know what im spending money for Starting to feel like Torso bitch, cause i've been fucking obsessed with a bitch Starting to feel like Ezio bitch, talk about my bitch, i wonder which Stop Wait a second let me check the time Got two hands boutta slap you counter clockwise Watch Me do everything you can't do Think that we're the same but you're just great value Woah Don't think that you're slick kid Actin like a bitch and you boutta get fisted Damn Yeah my words they be arrogant Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman Bitch I got you on the low ground Lots of gossip and talks of ripping your throat out A lightning spark in a bottle, if it ain't raw shit it's awful I talk a lot cus my dollas up and yo dough down Yo wait, how you do that right there? Fuckin up my whole day? I can't help but laugh and hold a grin around my whole face Feel it in the night air; fuckin with the wrong mayn Find ya common sense before it go and get lost again I don't love a salty kid Open ya wounds hoe cus i'm gon pour the salt right in it Fuck up out my way, keep my strains in a fuckin ziplock See you lates, switchin lanes, while you stuck in mothafuckin gridlock Rip the face off a racist and hyperpop star Ain't a place on my playlist or on my roster Stick my leg in the blade outside of a spinning copter It won't break cus i'm made of diamonds you made of chalk dust Indirect contact, transmitting virus What they say? Got milk? Fuck that, got blood? Indica for my lung ay, flying higher than Top Gun Throw the clip and the drum away, pipe bomb make you pop gush Stop Wait a second let me check the time Got two hands boutta slap you counter clockwise Watch Me do everything you can't do Think that we're the same but you're just great value Woah Don't think that you're slick kid Actin like a bitch and you boutta get fisted Damn Yeah my words they be arrogant Never was my strong side speaking like a gentleman
