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amphetaminearchive - fuck! lyrics

[intro]
what? beaners, beaners, i hate beaners (uh, uh)
i hate argentinians
kahlil shut up bro, i know you in the studio
i know you in the stu, but you’re not hopping on this one
range, turn the lights off (yeah)

[verse 1]
plax a little b+tch, caught that n+gga sucking d+ck at walmart
but it wasn’t him, cuz that little n+gga don’t got walmart
yo’ house don’t exist, i don’t even need to knock your walls down
i heard that car pass bih, it was me in that ho’, sippin on wockhardt
f+ck on yo’ b+tch, but you don’t got a b+tch, so i had to take my d+ck out
yo’ pc so old i uninstalled windows by taking the disc out
i got opps in yo city i pull up to [?] i’m taking a list out
i know that you’re broke, and you’re my bro, so here’s a discount
546ed421 b+tch
that’s a taco bell coupon, b+tch, go cop yo’ ass a 2+for+1 dish
then come back and take a fat ass sh+t
cause’ it’s taco bell, and yo’ fatass needs to let go of the carbs
quit the beats, that’s thе biggest let+down of them all
n+gga needеd money, so he fell down at the mall
and he sued, and he won but spent it on robux
cause’ that n+gga can’t control his money, he can’t get them bucks

[verse 2]
taco bell, taco bell for the beaner
f+ck yo’ sister if i see her, the 19 one not the wee one
yo’ pc built like a wii, bruh, yo’ new song was so off+key, bruh
black and white just like a zebra, you don’t see me but i see ya’
you don’t see it, but i see the way that you ain’t ever won
look at the screen, and beat yo’ meat, scrolling down e621
i don’t call 12, but you’ve been raping little kids that’s 261
you want the beef, pull up to yo’ town, what’s on my list, jose and juan (yeah)
[verse 3]
wait a second, b+tch, you write yo’ dates backward
n+gga you’ve been talking so much sh+t, look like you ate backwards
take yo’ gofundme and buy a home, with like 8 bathrooms
fattest one in bikini bottom b+tch, looks like you ate patrick (uh)
star, who the one that really on top when it comes to writing these bars
like chocolate, you try to consume it but you can’t do it without throwing up
you stay being furry as sh+t, you can’t look at a dog without getting hard
put your phone away when you cross me, cause’ i look dangerous, and you don’t got a car

[verse 4]
you must’ve thought i was done, lil’ b+tch i’m nowhere near finished
i just f+cked yo’ fatass mom, then after i finished, i made her eat spinach
i just pulled up to yo’ block and i started shooting, they screaming in spanish
you just pulled up to your stu, and you started dissing but it sounds like gibberish
we just coming through like autobots, you ain’t seen one of them b+tches, you ain’t even seen a car
you’ve only heard some of them b+tches, with noise suppression off
but this whole diss was just a joke, so i’m turning the pressure off

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