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pbstank - the breakfast club iii: no haters allowed lyrics

[b-stank; intro]

since we made the chikorita roast
my rivals have been tryna’ boast
but you fake -ss rappers
keep your eyes up on the clock
you better sign up for a track team
while you runnin’ outta time
cause my rhymes will hit ya like a
beyblade and bakugan combined

[b-stank; verse 1]

shoot like a star
get burnt b-tch you just one of many
who’s dream exceeded their grasp
and now they’re f-ckin’ buried
i’m knocking kids out left and right like it’s tom and jerry
we might as call this call this cl-ss
the minus four cemetery
i’m mr. employable
in 2nd period
i’ll smash a table
i’m in dreamweaver
but when i code
i give ya yellow fever
your -ss just sitting there
takin’ templates you f-ckin’ cheat
i’ll drop this beat on ya head like it was concrete

[p-stank; verse 2]

yo, i’m tired of seeing all these no named haters
friends sayin’ our bars sound bad like some traitors
they better hush up soon before we knock you pr-ne
i’m about to send you all the way back to the shadow zone
all you haters lookin’ like toe-mater’s sh-te
y’all make sh-t rhymes with no flavor and no might
ill eat your -ss like a tiramisu with no sauce
time to shove off and realize just who’s boss
pbstank gettin’ all this drenched -ss p-ssy
while you over their crying like some baby wussy
we like jesse and james robbin sh-tters of their game
while you smell like sh-t on a hot -ss summer day

now a message to kellogg’s fruity o’s
o wait i read that wrong it says here struggle studios
just because we ain’t like your auto tuned trash
doesn’t mean you can come at pb stank all bold and brash
we work hard for our rhymes and sweating bullets
you talk sh-t bout our lines so go ahead and pull it
but dont get up now or ill be taking four
points off your grade all the way till you hit the floor
now you lucky that thats all the time i have
b stank gonna k!ll you now so i feel kinda bad

[b-stank; outro]

you put your left foot in
you pull your left foot out
you do the hokey pokey
and you turn yourself around

- pbstank lyrics

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