| Feel like a dick, 'cause I penetrate you pussies
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| Feel like a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie
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| Peach like pink on my nails, I’m a beauty
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| Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I’m on duty
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, you feel like you god, yeah
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| But money can’t clean your ass up and you’re really disgusting
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, no need to discuss this
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| You’re a struggling fuck and tryna hide it with your muscles
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| Yeah, I’d rather be a misfit (than what?)
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| Than a visionless misset, 'cause jealousy will make you vicious
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| Yeah, I’d rather be a misfit (than what?)
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| Than a misset that’s driven by it’s publicity addiction (oh, damn)
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| Ho-ho-ho-homie, let’s be real for a minute
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| Guess this team’s the realest
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| We don’t need no gimmicks
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| See, we don’t feel you, mimics
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| Better flee, we feast on missets, yeah
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| And we’re killin' beats for a livin', yeah
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| Outta space, your peak’s the ceilin', yeah
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| Never usin' cheats, always winnin', yeah
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| Cookin' all his heat while you’re skimmin', yeah
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| Yeah, now I look back on Chrome and I see that
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| We’re always three steps ahead of this weak ass
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| Hitters and there’s actually no fuckin' need to work hard, so in fact
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| We could just fuckin' lean back and relax, but
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| I want to go so hard on 'em
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| I want to go so hard on 'em
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| Work hard, learn hard, to go so hard on 'em
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| I go SSJ2 Gohan on 'em, pow
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| Make 'em pop like Junior Cells, we’re cool as hell
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| You just make a fool of yourself, how mindful
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| Your mind is just full of yourself, what you call wealth
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| Is certainly not good for your health, I mean look at yourself
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| You’re still stupid as hell
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| I suggest you put some books in your shelf (yeah), ey
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| And the saddest part of all is that you really call yourself an artist
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| But you’re just in it for the star game, see, be seen and all that
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| Lame-ass illusionist shit, you’d ride a dick for
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| You ain’t goin' all-in, don’t pull up your heart and
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| Biggest aim is seein' your name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh
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| Or fuckin' Billboard, focus only for them bills, bruh
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| Like you ain’t got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh
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| Take a look into the mirror and be real, bruh
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| Let’s be real, uh |