[Intro]
Alright, this is the last time I'm doing this shit with you
Yeah, let the people all know
[Pre-Chorus]
Popeye wanna pop at the elegant (Elegant)
Plus the little boy wanna play again (Play again)
Sitting at the top, viewing triple six
Devil with the flow, with the crucifix
[Chorus]
Two birds, one stone (Ye)
Two birds with the one stone (Ye, ye)
Two birds, one stone
Two birds with the one stone (One stone)
[Verse 1]
Tell me how my dick ended up in your main chick
Threesome with the hoe, double trouble, don't ever say shit
Bouncing in the bed while they swallow up all my brain kids
Popeye in the opposite hearing them from my cockpit (Damn)
Your music, fam, it's so lame (Uh)
Rapping about a kitty, are you braindead? (Haha)
We don't wanna hear another house track (Nah, nah)
Your music makes me wanna pop a Prozac (Damn)
But you're always on it (Damn!)
Especially when your most viewed music vid has this nigga on it (Haha, haha)
God-damn, unstable little cunt don't know what to do
Guess he'll make a book too, sobbing to promote too
Whispering "Joe" for haunted bullshit
Who the hell would wanna go buy your book of bullshit?
Filming all your dead tunes with Elliot
One week break? You're a legitimate idiot
Tweeting that you'll knock me out, just like Theo, huh?
Yeah, black-facing prick wanna be me, huh?
Yeah, begging to think that you're gon' beat me, huh?
Yeah, Popeye the prick, now regret it, huh
Alright, this is the last time I'm doing this shit with you
Yeah, let the people all know
[Pre-Chorus]
Popeye wanna pop at the elegant (Elegant)
Plus the little boy wanna play again (Play again)
Sitting at the top, viewing triple six
Devil with the flow, with the crucifix
[Chorus]
Two birds, one stone (Ye)
Two birds with the one stone (Ye, ye)
Two birds, one stone
Two birds with the one stone (One stone)
[Verse 1]
Tell me how my dick ended up in your main chick
Threesome with the hoe, double trouble, don't ever say shit
Bouncing in the bed while they swallow up all my brain kids
Popeye in the opposite hearing them from my cockpit (Damn)
Your music, fam, it's so lame (Uh)
Rapping about a kitty, are you braindead? (Haha)
We don't wanna hear another house track (Nah, nah)
Your music makes me wanna pop a Prozac (Damn)
But you're always on it (Damn!)
Especially when your most viewed music vid has this nigga on it (Haha, haha)
God-damn, unstable little cunt don't know what to do
Guess he'll make a book too, sobbing to promote too
Whispering "Joe" for haunted bullshit
Who the hell would wanna go buy your book of bullshit?
Filming all your dead tunes with Elliot
One week break? You're a legitimate idiot
Tweeting that you'll knock me out, just like Theo, huh?
Yeah, black-facing prick wanna be me, huh?
Yeah, begging to think that you're gon' beat me, huh?
Yeah, Popeye the prick, now regret it, huh
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