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godhandusa - it's still fuck everybody lyrics

[intro: godhandusa]
we back, b+tch (yea’)
you thought it was over? this sh+t ain’t over (f+ck y’all)
it’s still f+ck everybody and everything you stand for, b+tch (bop, bop, bop)
we slittin’ throats and breakin’ backs on the track, hoe
godhand

[chorus: godhandusa]
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody (what?)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody (what?)
it’s still f+ck everybody (what?)
(f+ck everybody)

[verse 1: mongo]
[?], slap any mothaf+cka’ who got half a mind to give that (give that)
you+you+you know what it is, it’s the hand, breakin’ in yo’ f+ckin’ eardrums, i don’t give a d+mn (don’t give a d+mn)
d+mn, i’ma have to set the record straight
b+tch, i’m mongo, run up in yo’ crib and violate (uh+huh+uh+huh)
take yo’ plaques off the wall, sh+ts fake
ain’t n0body come to see yo’ shows when you in this state (uh+huh+uh+huh)
it’s still f+ck everybody, b+tch
rappers runnin’ out a ideas, [?]
[?], [?], ah!
you p+ssies really need to stop tryin’
swear to god, in the rapture you better of dyin’ in the fire ’cause yo’ sh+ts not hot, it’s expired
we the h+a+n+d, we know you inspired, b+tch, bap (boom)
rappers like the thots for the spot
slob on my kn+b since you wanna get the sauce (wanna get the sauce)
and you can have the sauce, but the recipe is lost
oh, you smooth brain mothaf+ckin’ bots
i said bots, like the ones in yo’ listeners
why i got yo’ b+tch in the spot and i’m christen her?
real b+tch, need a real one, ain’t no counterfeit
mark ass trick, i’ma hit her with the finisher
b+tch, i’ma a minister and you just a prisoner
nothin’ but a slave to the game
i’ma put you all to shame with my top grade d1 ass whoopin’
i could rap laps ’round you on this f+ckin’ macbook
ah! (boom)
[chorus: godhandusa]
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s still f+ck everybody (bop)

[verse 2: gonda]
it’s still f+ck ‘erybody though
rappers need a pimp slap, actin’ like some hoes
anime e+girl gimmick ass sh+t, they let any mothaf+cka’ on the mic
takin’ pics with the whip
you ain’t got bars, you ain’t sayin’ nun’, you don’t gotta’ gun, busy cryin’ ’bout a diss
say somethin’ b+tch, what you even by the mic for?
why you ain’t go to indonesia to do a show?
or maybe turkey, or maybe thailand?
i’ma lift him up and impale him on the mic stand
don’t n0body ride with you
everyone you f+ckin’ with tell me they lie to you
fake streams from the label, they buy ’em for you
you a b+tch cosplayin’ as an mc
that’s why every song you make about the same thing
i like money, clothes, hoes, and [?]
difference is, i really spit
mothaf+ckas’ wanna dress like a rockstar, but they makin’ friends with the pigs in the cop cars
underground fans not standin’ on sh+t
i call it how i see it and i see you playin’ tricks, doin’ splits (uh+huh)
f+ck everybody, even me
b+tch, i ain’t a saint
all praise to the g+o+d (uh+huh)
if you tryna’ make it work in the rap scene, you gotta’ keep yo’ head down and want it like a crack fiend (uh+huh)
we got enough mid mothaf+ckas’ in this sh+t, you better off learnin’ how to play a f+ckin’ instrument (bop)
f+ck everybody, godhand cause an incident
it’s still f+ck everybody, ain’t n0body innocent (bop)
[chorus: godhandusa]
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
f+ck everybody, f+ck everybody
it’s still f+ck everybody (f+ck everybody)

[outro: godhandusa]
godhand on that sh+t mothaf+cka’
f+ck ass these punk ass underground rappers copyin’ our every move
we see y’all jockin’ our animations and the bling covers b+tch, y’all wasn’t never on that sh+t before
and y’all can keep that dry ass swag, [?] that sh+t for real
we got our own sh+t, you know exactly who the f+ck we talkin’ ’bout
keep movin’ like a snake, get stepped on, hoe
it’s godhand, b+tch

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