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davey pageviews - rise pageviews rise lyrics

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[verse 1]

f-ck kevin clancey
you should have left it alone
now i will remind you
who’s on the iron throne

see, i’m jordan
you’re pippen, you’re trippin’ bro
this is my f-cking business
you’re living off

i’m the f-cking boss crushing summers on the beach
when i met you you were crushing numbers like a geek
you’re more like marvin without me you would be starvin’
you skinny fat f-ck you’re starting to look like my wallet
backseat driving d-ck riding you want my life

i make headlines
you three coning on the sidelines
you unathletic f-ck, can’t stand, can’t run
i’d say blow my head off
that’s an insult to the gun
you’re a jets, knicks, mets fan, you suck man

black people f-cking hate you like the ku klux klan
constantly spewing all your racist shit
til tiko came a ripped you out a brand new cl-t
oh you didn’t think the jew could rap
now your wife catelyn’s listening going fap fap fap
probably knocked her up listening to this beat
now i gotta have a junior so he can feed her the meat, geek

[interlude 1: spoken]

f-cking kfc
kfc radio i was f-cking doing that in the mid 80s motherf-cker
when you were busy punching keyboards i was making memories
you’d be nowhere without me dude
remember when he wouldn’t f-cking jump ship?
think i f-cking had a salary when i started this f-cking company dude?
i took my b-lls in my hand and f-cking ran with it, coward

[verse 2]

but let’s get back to you, you lazy eyed f-ck
you got sued and made your daddy pay it all of off
now that’s soft
but that’s okay, that’s alright
cause pageviews makes that type of money every night

blog like a b-tterfly, sting like a bee
every f-cking day you’re wishing you were me
cause i be popping bottles in the winner circle
you’re driving in the fiat like mr urkle

b-tch i’ll serve you like andy rodd-ck on the tennis courts
i made you cool but you been a dork
you can’t even play a sport
check the score
i got the fame and i got the whores
groupies try to f-ck me on the blackout tour
that’s for sure

brady, bird, belichick and me
the only four f-cking guys
with the city key
oh what about you what about nyc?
oh hey look isn’t that the skinny fat guy that works for dp?

[verse 3]

ya u took a couple months but the stoolies know i got this
mainly becasue your raps are weaker than your shoulder sockets
i’m better at everything that i do
you hate blind people but you can’t see the truth

you’re a doof
at your wedding you put me in the back row
dikembe mutombo: no no no
without me you’re a loser you’re a b-m
a rag not worth of wiping up my c-m

[interlude 2: spoken]

hey stud cut the beat
hey kfc you fat f-ck
gchat gang can’t bail you out now
i’ve already made you my sacrificial cow
you took a shot at the king, you best not miss
now i gotta give you a goodnight kiss

[outro]

i guess your old blog was kind of hot
actually check that, for sure not
f-cking twat
aye, yo, what you forgot kfc you should know this
i’m made out of steel
stronger than you have tried to make me kneel
i’m immortal, a legend
i’ll be here til the end
the question for you bro is do you want to be a foe or a friend?
b-tch

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