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sick of it - xtracomplx & jester exodus lyrics lyrics

[intro]
turn off that god d+mn sh+t
you fat racist f+ck

[verse 1]
f+ckin’ hicks
tried rippin’ on our genre for decades/ (posers)
rather listen to punk
pop, metal or reggae/
talk tough but they so p+ssy
that they probably menstruate/ (uh huh)
only numbers their puttin’ up
is involvin’ incest rates/
spread hate
but online they just shape shift/
make songs with other races
hop on stage and get racist/ (really?)
fake it for a check
and every lyric is makeshift/
mad that the people they hate
do it better than thеy did/
hey b+tch
we’re f+ckin’ sick of thе bit/
n0body wants to hear queers
with a face full of dip/
growlin’ while they rap
soundin’ like they takin’ a d+ck/ +grr
usin’ ai to make rhymes
still basic as sh+t/ (trash)
parents don’t like your music
they just lie and pretend/
they’re embarrassed and they’re scared
they’ll get cut off by their friends/
get roasted by your cousins
at your family events/ (haha)
same ones that you were f+ckin’
by the time you were 10/
[hook]
sick of it
all this d+mn mockery honestly/
only squares in your circle
it’s just common geometry/
sick of it
all these d+mn baggin’ a buck bars/
thought maga rappers mattered
now i’m pullin’ your trump card/
sick of it
all of you wanna be kid rocks/
your stupid useless fans
don’t even listen to hip+hop/
sick of it
all of you backin’ the blue/
f+ck you and your truck too
i’ll show you rap ain’t for you/

[verse 2]
i know you seen beyonce
winnin’ that grammy dog/
when she walked across the stage
p+ssed your whole family off/ (face it)
you act hard in bars
but your old granny soft/ (p+ssy)
you’re missin’ a real image
like your phone cameras gone/
i’m dope with closed captions on
they only like your instrumental/
the beat drops they yeehaw
start dancin’ like they’re mental/ (woo)
if i blow up it’s from pure love
passion with a pencil/
you only blow up from reactions
f+ckin’ diet coke and mentos/ +soda spray
coincidental
trends are clearly what did this/
i know your little city
prolly got the corniest b+tches/ (basic hoes)
flippin through the carter 3
off of a disk in their whip it’s/
fictitious to think the sticks
is scary or viscous/ (for real)
my style’s pitch black
with flips that are darker than prisons/
your content is trash
sh+t lacks any real conviction/ (fake)
you should quit rap
drink 6 packs and marry a christian/
take those fits back
and get back to basic traditions/
[hook]

[outro]
so when folks went war with that flag
it was about race
actually it was about enslaving the race
that created the medium of music you’re using

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