[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
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p**y
p**y boy
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[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Nasty with this wrist, I got no competition
Great at talking sh** like I'm politician
Nationwide ain't on your side I'm unforgiving
I make 'em pay for all these hits like they ain't got collision (GET OVER HERE)
Sniper wolf I hit these copy's with precision
Peter bucking n***as 'til they find this new religion
I'm that black man that made daughter hate tradition
She bought me magnums then I tag her with some new positions
I got no head on me
n***as ain't ain't ahead of me
Hit your wifey doggystyle
My special move the pedigree
I'm Stone Cold with this recipe
I cook these n***as breakfast, B
Llama like spit like Tempa T
How dare these n***as step to me
f** them cause they not my team
Hella dollars no receipts
All that cake up on her face
Like damn maybe its Mayballine
All this talk about my race
I brush that sh** off gracefully
Short stroking n***as from the burbs got so much hate for me (FINISH HIM)
First you was a rapper then you was trapper
Then you was punk kid
I guess you just an actor
n***as getting mixed up in some sh** they never mastered
I don't give a f** Mo or your gramma
Scrapers tryna buck
They getting dragged by they antlers
I ain't talking labor
When I say I got the hammer
(reversed) saying that he's knows me
Not true
The papers said I can't hit (bleep) n***a, not you
n***as want war but filing orders for peace (beep)
I'm running with the squad
While you run to police (beep)
Acting out on Twitter just gon' get you deceased (beep)
While I smoke your daddy's ashes
Out my Fasfa receipts (n***a)
[Verse 2: Freaky]
On the mic
Make you think twice
On stage you think it's a magic mic
Way I take layers off
I'm from where the moon and water came from
Build relations to the sun
Wake up smell the concrete when the rains done
Hungry but I need Ganja before bacon
Give my girl that brown sugar
I'm Sanaa Lathan (FINISH HIM)
I got sh** say, Nathan
Just know that style is ancient
Wise men told me
Never get your hopes up for Pitchfork
I make sure to scratch and sniff my a** around rich folk
Separate the white from the egg yolk
Kush and orange juice over French toast
Been a goat
10 4
Down the rabbit hole with Draino
If you ain't know
On the mic most you no Bueno
I been spittin' pukin' on myself since a day one
Chewing on my favorite color crayon
Free Desean
"PREPARE TO DIE"