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s. forever - mr. ignoramus lyrics

verse 1

i’m the golden child, i’m the chosen one
mama’s only son, f-ck white supremacy/
load my gun up then
“pop pop pop pop” like pac in a limousine/
glock 9 got mine 30 shot steph curry time/
my under armour is kevlar and my temperament that’s borderline/
you cousin f-ckers, uncle brothers, sister wives..you m-th-f-ckaz?
got some nerve i don’t bite the curb
you call me a bigger i’mma blow yo brains out/
f-ck you and that horse you came on
john wayne and ronald reagan/
i kick that real sh-t, that shin bone
that heel sh-t/
that capoeira brazil sh-t
“the was real slick”/
my gun blows like rambo’s
i smack c–ns with handles
leave sambos in shambles ,they b-tch made like damsels/
i’m self paid they rich slaves in rompers and sandals/
this that sh-t they ain’t go like this that mr. ignoramus/
this that i don’t give a f-ck i know you jealous of my p-n-s/
that’s why you drive a monster truck
why yo f-ckin life will suck/
everytime you hold your rifle up, you thinking that yo nuts go tighten up?

hook

hillbilly you a b-tch, rednecks ain’t sh-t
if you really want beef try the bloods and the crips/
hillbilly you slow, rednecks you too
was yo mom and dad cousins?
did you think we didn’t know/
” oh we know ”

verse 2

how a n-z- march with a tiki torch?
you f-ckin heathens that’s polynesian/
why do stephen a. even speak on sports?
you know the reason it’s c–ning season/
i watch shannon sharpe he can’t even talk/
they do us dirty man that sh-t is crazy/
the homie black as f-ck yeah that’s what’s up/
well hold your horses cause his girl is katie/
ain’t that about a b-tch, well you can love who you want to/
when these n-gg-s get rich well well let me tell you what they won’t do/
get a black wife have some black kids in a black neighborhood with black businesses/
have a black life, support black rights
look at tiger woods and those ugly waitresses/
god d-mn white man get a bad black one. (i see it)
black man get a fat white one / (everytime… sh-t)
can’t y’all n-gg-s get a slim tight one?
at least sees chicken nuggets and don’t have to bite one/ god d-mn
this sh-t is funny but it’s sad to me/
“real talk”
barkley’s wife built like a battery/

( you know the ones you put in the smoke detectors?”
9 volt that’s it!)

don’t get mad at me y’all the n-gg-s that’s on tv /
but the b-tch you with don’t match yo salary/

“yeah i’m just f-ckin with y’all man….”
“i’m really not though… yeah yeah”

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