screxmt - killer with an magazine lyrics
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[verse 1: screxmt]
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[verse 2: fallenwing]
uh, why you talkin’ on my name?
boy, you ain’t got no fame
shoot up on yo’ back
pull up and i smoke yo’ pack
i be pullin’ up to yo’ house with spongebob (i’m spongebob)
and we gon’ rob you for everything you got
in fortnite, you’re a bot
i’m ’boutta shoot you with my tater tot
they call me patrick the star how i am obese (i’ll cut off your nutsa—)
i’ma put on a nike fleece (ooh)
don’t know if that even is a real thing
i’ma pull up, got diamonds and bling (mhm)
if you use microsoft bing, you are my opp (ew)
[outro: fallenwing]
i feel like blammo how i live at—
i feel like blammo how my address is—
and i feel like i’m blammo how my real life name is—
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