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sb iv short - fuck locals lyrics

[intro:]

yeah, f-ck that tag…
i don’t give a sh-t… i’ma still like…
uhh… uhhh..

[verse 1:]
first of all, f-ck the locals
i don’t really give a sh-t if you n-ggas feelin’ me or not
my twitter followers disloyal
bet they’d treat me like i’m royal if i crowned ’em with the semi glock
motherf-ckers wanna see me trippin’
as if i’m sitting in a padded room, maddest coon
like a janitor that never had a broom
sweepin’ up the ashes of the cigarettes by heidi klum
catching falling stars like a cow sitting on the moon
they called the kid a clown, guess i’m “it”
but still they juggle with their counterfeit emotions and they’d rather quit
while i still do this sh-t
cross me like a crucifix
hit you with my f-cking whip
on some kinte kunta sh-t
oh his name was kunta kinte ?
do i look like i give a motherf-ck about my d-mn history ?!
either way this world is still f-cked in my misery
opera hits from shottie sh-lls, let me play a symphony
and my father still won’t show no d-mn sympathy
though he missed my day
20 times ! f-ck my memories !
but f-ck my father sh-t i probably shouldn’t bother
cause all of you d-mn locals would call me tyler the creator
to h-ll with all of you haters
i’d k!ll my own dad
and buy me a pair of gators
step in his funeral and do 10 b-tches a favor
and smack his -ss up, p-ss on his casket for later
enough of that, he’s irrelevant
watch me take some selfies at his sh-t
like the president
well i guess i’m selfish like i’m elvis
get the f-ck from off my pelvis
toss a flame thrower, then i’ll spark a stogie while you’re melting
saying (haawww hawwww)
like my name was really nelson
but i’m southside bart simpson with a smith & wesson
hope you get my message in a second, let me finish
i’ma spazz on your -ss like popeye
on spinach with zannies and c0ke in it
this is a quoted sentence
“just remember that i sold my soul for no women.”
cause you b-tches ain’t
worth my time, gets no minutes
and i’ll jack off
catwalk
get these f-cking raps off
like i’m ups
delivery on bath salts
scare ya -ss like i’m jason when i take this mask off
you better recognize an animal
eyes bl–dy red like the hannibal
savage like a cannibal
probably mixing oxycontins in my f-cking danimals
past tryna’ fix itself like my life mechanical
but i’m never forgetting the sh-t i did
i’m just hoping that i see a new soul inside my kids
forreal

- sb iv short lyrics

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