Callout Attila

Hey kids give me all your fucking money
Got a hundred MacBooks and I swear I'm not a druggie
I'm on that real shit now it's time to get pissed
If you get offended: fuck you, suck my dick

These bitches say they got love for their fans
But they’re fake and lie; it’s all a part of their plans
The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies
And you're a goddamn fool if you trust a disguise

Even Ronnie Radke talks shit on my Instagram
Give me your address so I can hit you with a mic stand
Send me a letter about the guys that you blew
And that faggot you buttfucked his name is Christopher Drew

How can you talk down on your biggest fan?
Your career is on its way to the garbage can
I'm a multitasking badass and you're a disgrace
Watch me laugh my ass off while I'm pissing in your face

The ladies love me 'cause I always fuck 'em good
Flip 'em over do the tongue trick and treat 'em with the big dick
My name is always in the headlines stirring up your kids minds
Check it

If you hate gay people you should get your ass beat
You're a close-minded faggot, bitch; kiss my feet
I don't live for tomorrow and fuck for today
I tried to pray to God but I'm too busy getting paid