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gtf official – rage lyrics

[verse 1: slim f-cka]
man you know it’s time to mother f-cking rage
i’m bursting out of my cage
break the needle of the gauge
ay listen up all ya’ll b-tches need to calm the f-ck down
we’re rappers man but you a mother f-cking clown
man who the f-ck do you think you are? (ah)
i slap you so hard that i leave a scar
man i kick your -ss right off the stage (f-ck this sh-t)
but you send us all into a mother f-cking rage (f-ck you)

[verse 2: perkdaddy]
hail perkdaddy jail deportees
bail n-body male with the feet
kale what’s i eat what you eat dale
f-ck you dale sucking on gale’s feet
well since i own my beats
h-ll i should own the streets
yell ‘bout my f-cking d-ck and how big it is
wow i’m a f-cking pr-ck
but you still listen to my music
use it abuse it and fuse it until you loose it
and worship my huge d-ck (ha-ha-ha)

[verse 3: synapse]
fire it up like its hottie rod
engine revving, car be swerving
boy deserving an act of god
cranking up the thermostat where it at
been raising up the heat
raise the stakes plan for attack
i’m mad too bad they raging
disengaging from the m-sses
nail em in a casket
they’ll not call me p-ssive cause
i be confident you the opposite
i might cause a blitz you a hypocrite
ay never again i make all the hits
i make all the hits you the opposite

[verse 4: tw33t]
f-ck you, you sound like a f-cking chopping board
i bet it takes you like an hour just to f-cking record
you’re a wooden pick i’m a diamond sword
i’m pulling up to school in my mercedes real quick
calling me a fool i’ll shoot you like some gang sh-t
i got the wit and the kit to beat your f-cking -ss
b-tch you’re the student i’m the teacher of a cl-ss
i’ll get my boy to throw in some shards of gl-ss
now go sit down and roll me some more f-cking gr-ss
i’m sitting at the top of my f-cking throne
i finish my meal and i throw you a bone
i’m f-cking scar b-tch while you are mufasa
calling up keemstar he’s gonna dox ya
i’m ridding like flint while you ride it like goofy
wake every morning getting some coochie
spit on her p-ssy then i wipe my screen
i take the b-tches like i’m sheen
see a stupid b-tch pull out my glock
putting the click pull it back and it c-cks
put the sights on a b-tch pop, pop
see a stupid b-tch pull out my glock
putting the click pull it back and it c-cks
put the sights on a b-tch pop-pop
pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop

[verse 5: dub-k]
you thought dub-k wasn’t gonna be on this track?
slim, perk, and tw33t synapse trynna be the baddest
but everybody know that dub-k still the maddest
i jerk of constantly got build-up in my testes
the others try to act tough they’re more like disney besties
if you trynna guess who’s that all you do is page me
i’ll pin a mother f-cker if he thinks that he out-rage me
word play mother f-cker

- gtf official lyrics

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