[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, nigga?)
[Verse 1]
Allow me to be an inspiration every morning when you get up (Okay)
It's okay to be yourself but you prob'ly should pick somebody way better (Fuck you)
You ain't just mad, you mad mad, I got a career full of quotes that'll leave you in a fiery roast like Pete Davidson's dad
I'm a caveman that is hateful and sad, from a satanic cradle in the badlands
That never еvolved past eating human flesh with his filthy hands
Kneeling ovеr medieval sand, slash you with ripped in half Miller cans
Half of these widow lyricists in demand sound like Chino cover bands
[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, nigga?)
[Verse 2]
How far must I go to prove that I don't need your love
A beast for blood, I'm a big nigga, I give my own self a group hug
I got no conversation for you groupie funky bitch
Your weave is longer than the time that you're spending with your kids
I'm colder than the capital of Alaska, Juneau
I stand behind Alec Baldwin, because, you know
I don't wanna see Travis Scott performing because you know
I'm the type to kill niggas because I sell coffins, why am I like this, yo?
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, nigga?)
[Verse 1]
Allow me to be an inspiration every morning when you get up (Okay)
It's okay to be yourself but you prob'ly should pick somebody way better (Fuck you)
You ain't just mad, you mad mad, I got a career full of quotes that'll leave you in a fiery roast like Pete Davidson's dad
I'm a caveman that is hateful and sad, from a satanic cradle in the badlands
That never еvolved past eating human flesh with his filthy hands
Kneeling ovеr medieval sand, slash you with ripped in half Miller cans
Half of these widow lyricists in demand sound like Chino cover bands
[Chorus]
He's transcendental and going mental when he writes
With total disregard for human life
(Who told you?)
He's filled up with hatred and smite and only scribes by candle light
I hate him and pray that he dies tonight
(Who fuckin' told you, nigga?)
[Verse 2]
How far must I go to prove that I don't need your love
A beast for blood, I'm a big nigga, I give my own self a group hug
I got no conversation for you groupie funky bitch
Your weave is longer than the time that you're spending with your kids
I'm colder than the capital of Alaska, Juneau
I stand behind Alec Baldwin, because, you know
I don't wanna see Travis Scott performing because you know
I'm the type to kill niggas because I sell coffins, why am I like this, yo?
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