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michete - rap game kimmy gibbler lyrics

[intro]
oh my god
look at these f-cking idiots

[hook]
(how rude, how rude
you got it, dude, you got it, dude
how rude, how rude
you got it, dude, you got it, dude)

[verse 1]
alright, check it
my name ain’t ralph but i’m gonna wreck-it
these motherf-ckers all think they’re on that next sh-t
forget it, you got it all mixed up, nesquik
got my lead tip, talkin’ mad reckless
leave ’em hangin’ on my every word like a necklace
but y’all ain’t got sh-t to flex with
ticked every box on the f-ckboy checklist
i am not one to mess with
so you best dip, ain’t talkin’ bout breadsticks
body stay lookin’ anorexic
but i swear to god i’m eatin’ rappers like chex mix
yes, b-tch, i cut ’em up with my sharp tongue
as for you, boo? no bite to your bark, son
awwww, take a seat and watch michael win
while you’re at it, drag your mixtape to the recycle bin
b-tch, you can’t do it like i do it
i’m hurtin’ these f-ggots, intensive care unit
icu, and i see b.s
crime scene with this flow, no cbs
h-ll no, i’m not your typical gbf
never play around, less i’m on my 3ds
and you’re a grown man, but your bars pbs
you are severely misguided, get a gps
call cps, because i’m sonning these rappers
i’m abusive, throw them in the dump in their pampers
can’t figure it out? better call summer sanders
man i’m scalping these b-tches, leave em looking like amber
send an amber alert when your -ss goes missing
any compet-tion’s just an apparition
shut up and listen, you don’t f-ckin’ matter
b-tch, i don’t got no f-ckin’ manners

[hook]
(how rude, how rude
you got it, dude, you got it, dude
how rude, how rude
you got it, dude, you got it, dude)

[verse 2]
this fake sh-t, i can’t get behind
i see them all pretending, like they’re chrissy hynde
hit rewind, just to make sure you heard clearly
on my freddy kreuger, so you f-ggots better fear me
hear ye, wack sh-t’s tough for me to ingest
talkin’ big game, but you never leave me impressed
if i’m a queen, then i guess that you’re a princess
don on the mike like ninja turtle incest
and they’ve been pressed, mad cause i’m k!llin’ it
heard them weak bars, and i’m never really feelin’ it
safeway, generic type sh-t
you ain’t never been this hot, i’m on that farenheit sh-t
now, who the f-ck do you think you are
i see all these kids rapping like they think they’re hard
disregard the fact that you ain’t never seen sh-t
true linguist, drop bombs and sink ships
cute twink b-tch, yes, i’m the baddest
type of dude to turn a straight man into a f-ggot
then i keep him coming back, he’s an addict
reason why these b-tches got no clue where their man is
got your man stickin’ to me like a bandage
so f-ckin’ funny, yeah, call it patty mayonnaise
girl, yes, i got all the tricks to make him mine
give him crazy brain so he call me dr. frankenstein
my tongue like a whirlwind
head so good, make you wanna leave your girlfriend
oh, you’re straight huh? so’s spaghetti
until you heat it up, you ain’t ready for michete
now, i’ma leave him all confused like the riddler
swag through the roof, no fiddler
burning all these b-tches like my last name’s hitler
uninvited guest, rap game kimmy gibbler

[hook]
(how rude, how rude
you got it, dude, you got it, dude
how rude, how rude
you got it, dude, you got it, dude)

[outro]
i’m off the richter
uninvited guest, rap game kimmy gibbler
(have mercy)

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