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fiction - f.y.v.m. lyrics

god d-mn
god d-mn
god d-mn

[verse 1: fiction]

lately i been like, “f-ck it, i’m jaded”
trying to break free, but i’m stuck in the matrix
i hate it, my whole life shoved and degraded
trying to be your favorite, give you nothing but greatness
going nothing but ape sh-t, to prove to you
that i’m super cool, see the dude’s a fool
i care too d-mn much, all you two faced f-cks
pushed me too d-mn far, now i’m-a lose my cool
come and shoot the school, have you swimming with the fishes
put a hole in your soul just to win it, i’m-a get it
i’m a b-st-rd, i know, i ain’t afraid to admit it
life bent out of shape, now i’m twisted (twisted)
i’m a dog, if you kick me, get bit quickly
swiftly, how i rip these shifty
mother f-ckers acting like they’re friends of me
but from here you be looking like the enemy
i can tell by the vibes you send to me
i can feel all your off set energy
i can tell that you wanna see the end of me
you ain’t a friend, home boy, don’t pretend to be
i know fam, you ain’t close to that
i expose the cr-p of your bogus act
it’s fiction, baby, but i know the facts
you only stick around so you can hold me back!

[hook: fiction]

so f-ck you very much
you can suck two hairy nuts
i got no love for a b-tch like you
got no love for a b-tch like you
so f-ck you very much
you can suck two hairy nuts
i got no love for a b-tch like you
i got no love, i got no love

[verse 2: joey splinter]

c-ck hairy but my b-lls shaved, so
you could suck on these all day, no
wouldn’t give you the satisfaction
of having two joes in your adam’s apple
you could put that on your tabernacle
knock your temple like henderson
why the f-ck would i battle rap you
unless we’re throwing up benjamins
been blessed been stressed been all that
laughed at joked at been called wack
muh’ f-ckas want me to go crazy
might run up in they crib wearing all black
nah rather run up on your main chick
the face ain’t sh-t but the brain sick
everybody want what they can’t get
and that’s why you wanna be famous?
that’s why you wanna be all in my business
pushing my digits, ’cause you know your homie been f-cking with the wicked
got no love for a hatin’ -ss bigot
this my name imma step on you
’til i snap that lil -ss neck on you
it is what it is and it do what it do
open ya mouf and suck on a few

[hook: joey splinter]
aye aye aye f-ck you very much
you could suck 2 shaved nuts
got no love for a b-tch like you
got no love for a ho like you
na na na
(x2)

[verse 3: joey splinter]
his are hairy and mine are shaved
gotta use that razor blade
you know that i don’t ever play
when the freestyle g-nius made everything that i do
people wanna know why i sing in a few
i ain’t gonna do no chorus
up in the forest
yes i’ll bang with you
bang in the jungle
coming for the hustle
mother f-ckers really wanna get that muscle
you want the duffel, in that bag
but the weed ain’t coming through unless you pay me first
but like i ain’t selling drugs
but i will smoke it

- fiction lyrics

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