[Verse 1]
This guy, he thinks I care about his stance
If this guy stood up right now you prolly wearin' a mini skirt instead of pants
Crossin' your legs, doin' the Tom-Tom dance
'Cause you at the screen tryin' to think of something clever so you pop ninety-nine Vyvanse
Don't lie, you click dislike on every single one of my rants
Is this dude a reactor or a hip-hop tyrant?
He gets really mad, slings his headphones down he's like, "Fuck it, I quit
I'm retired from this shit," turns around and comes out of retirement
What happened? Did I inspire this?
It ain't my fault your homeboy can't come out with a firе diss
Even if he did fire three timеs, I'm gonna survive, miss
This dude clocked back in to slob on the caucasian dick
But hey, it's okay if you dip out, raised to spit
How am I at fault for your boyfriends laziness?
Old MacDonald don't have a farm, that's a cage he in
My shit's set in stone like I laid the shit
Pellet gun shorty, that's a baby clip
Little guy don't spit, get him a baby bib
They don't ride a wave like I, my blood type be KTM
You blow smoke and flip-flop like that Katie bitch
"Upchurch stop," I can't, like champagne all I do is pop
This guy goes to sleep at night with the song WHITEBOY's on repeat alot
Sticks his foot in his own ass, and his dick in a sock
[Interlude]
Plane flying over, let me wait 'til it's gone
What was I sayin'? Something about a dick and a sock
This guy, he thinks I care about his stance
If this guy stood up right now you prolly wearin' a mini skirt instead of pants
Crossin' your legs, doin' the Tom-Tom dance
'Cause you at the screen tryin' to think of something clever so you pop ninety-nine Vyvanse
Don't lie, you click dislike on every single one of my rants
Is this dude a reactor or a hip-hop tyrant?
He gets really mad, slings his headphones down he's like, "Fuck it, I quit
I'm retired from this shit," turns around and comes out of retirement
What happened? Did I inspire this?
It ain't my fault your homeboy can't come out with a firе diss
Even if he did fire three timеs, I'm gonna survive, miss
This dude clocked back in to slob on the caucasian dick
But hey, it's okay if you dip out, raised to spit
How am I at fault for your boyfriends laziness?
Old MacDonald don't have a farm, that's a cage he in
My shit's set in stone like I laid the shit
Pellet gun shorty, that's a baby clip
Little guy don't spit, get him a baby bib
They don't ride a wave like I, my blood type be KTM
You blow smoke and flip-flop like that Katie bitch
"Upchurch stop," I can't, like champagne all I do is pop
This guy goes to sleep at night with the song WHITEBOY's on repeat alot
Sticks his foot in his own ass, and his dick in a sock
[Interlude]
Plane flying over, let me wait 'til it's gone
What was I sayin'? Something about a dick and a sock
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