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flucifial - hypocritical buddy boy lyrics

[hook]
unoriginal b-st-rd, hypocritical b-tch
unoriginal f-cker, hypocritical cracka (x2)

[verse one]
hi jake! how ya’ dealing with your new found hate?
sh-t, ya’ ain’t jake? my mistake, mister paul?
allow me to stand up, before you grasp my b-lls
f-ggot, growing slowly, just like a mothaf-ckin’ maggot
time to slow you down, i can’t stand it
unoriginal b-tch, ya views won’t soar
i’m the one kicking ya off youtube, are you ready for more?
cause i’m gonna speed it up a little bit, i ain’t gonna let ya down, nah, you’s a little b-tch
going into this deep, your wishing you never met me
i’m your worst nightmare
you’re a god d-mn disappointment to ya viewers, and ya parents
it’s apparent, you need to quit, you never have, never will, get the ideas, to write a will
yet still, ya keep pushing, you’re a bit mushy
but don’t get it twisted, i ain’t b-tching about the g-ys up in our country
i’m b-tching about this autistic little g-y up in front of me, get the f-ck up out my way, you f-ckin’ dummy
time for a take over, like the time it f-cking rained over, labor day (wuttt?)
off topic, huh? ya never thought i could do this huh? b-tch i’m raising h-ll, doing better than lucifer, more like flucifer
oh and connor ya probably got a little d-ck, trucy, ya gettin’ dissed by a kid named fluci
tell ya’ fans, bout the time, i hacked ya channel, and found a video of you watching i love lucy!
nah, don’t go ducies, face your problems, c-cksucking buddy boy, hypocritical p-ssy toy
writing this song, it’s not that long, but ima calm it down a bit, you know you’re in the wrong

[hook]
unoriginal b-st-rd, hypocritical b-tch
unoriginal f-cker, hypocritical cracka (x3)

[verse two]
walk in the door, feeling so sore, i can’t take no more
the b-tch calling me hypocritical, take it back, that sh-t ain’t literal
he got me feeling like he’s a little bit difficult
oh by the way the sh-t with me and jake was just a little fake
please, i promise, i’m not snake, he’s just a copy drake
he’s giving it to me like a mothaf-ckin’ grammy, son!
hey dylan, you wanna write an insanity series?
see how far it goes, we can maybe just make a million!
connor you’re therapist will see you now!
oh h-llo doctor brown, bout’ time, you have my diagnosis?
the dude roasting me over there, he’s in the middle of some f-ckin’ brain psychosis!
now just keep your eyes closed, do you see black, or are you having a nightmare?
help i’m having a f-cking nightmare, oh f-ck!
h-llo f-ggot! i could call you a f-ggot again, or bring this bullsh-t rappery to an end, i’ll never let you win, you mothaf-cka! g-yer than trump ya mothaf-cker! you need some f-cking love you mothaf-cker! now get the f-ck off my life you mothaf-cker, were done, f-ck!

[outro]
cyber series!
cyber series, cyber series!
got ya’ll again, this sh-t is easy!
i’m back!

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