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Are You Fucking Kidding Me? Are you fuc*** kidding me? Stop tryin' to steal my energy Talkin' 'bout lockin' your wrist I bet you've never seen a brick Are you fuc*** kidding me? Bitch, you best learn your fuc*** place Are you fuc*** kidding me? Oh, get the f*** up out my face Leave you pu*** suckers missin' scared as shit and now you pissin' I'ma grip the Smith & Wesson and teach y'all a couple lessons Call me ranch 'cause I'm dressin' and there ain't nobody fresher Poppin' pills, I'm poppin' seals, got antidotes up on the dresser Livin' for a lesser, you be leavin' on a stretcher Kill a motherfuc***, leave the corpse out in the desert Aches in an urn, heat stroke, sun burn Sand paper pu***, shit gave me rug burn And they never learn, shouldn't have to repeat myself Lock you up in a cell, make your life living hell I am a god, you just not with this shit Boy, I am not new to this Bitches know who it is Bank$ with the dollar sign All of these dollars mine, I'm feelin' hella fine, yeah Bank$ with the dollar sign Goosebumps like R.L. Stine, yeah I'ma release these tracks like a gold mine, bitch Are you fuc*** kidding me? Stop trying to steal my energy Talkin' 'bout lockin' your wrist I bet you've never seen a brick Are you fuc*** kidding me? Bitch, you best learn your fuc*** place Are you fuc*** kidding me? Oh, get the f*** up out my face Are you fuc*** kidding me? Stop tryin' to steal my energy Talkin' 'bout lockin' your wrist I bet you've never seen a brick Are you fuc*** kidding me? Bitch, you best learn your fuc*** place Are you fuc*** kidding me? Oh, get the f*** up out my face I don't give a f*** about what I fuckin' write I don't give a f*** about who I'm gonna fuckin' wife I dont give a f*** about the way of life Whoever is in my way is gonna get stabbed by a fuckin' knife I'm clearly the best at everything I fuckin' do You really think I care about who my ex fuckin' blew? You really think I give a shit? I always knew Are you fuc*** kidding me? I always knew the truth You fucktards are acting like a bunch of dumbasses Always acting with classlessness Always makin' a grass and mess Like snorting glass with chess F*** everybody who doesn't like my style F*** everybody, I'm lovin' those goin' wild F*** everybody, I'll never go mild F*** everybody 'til my body count looks like an Auschwitz pile I'm writing emo shit like a suicide note Tobacco smoke passin' down the throat Snortin' up a couple lines of coke Got this shit on, like it's an antidote F*** you over like an insurance quote Let's be honest man, there's not much left to gloat F*** sellin' out, I'd rather go broke Without some yeezys and a black cloak Rather mix some cigs with Jack Than get another thot bitch on my sack I'm attacking you like your grandpa's cardiac F*** it, let's go out like Country Mac No, I'm not gonna sing hooks like fuckin' Glee I don't give a f*** if you disagree I don't give a f*** that's a guarantee Now tell me, are you fuc*** kidding me?
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