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i really don’t give a f-ck

i really don’t give a f-ck

i came to get the crowd hype x3

f-ck your problems

f-ck your job

f-ck your feelings

f-ck your squad

i came to get the crowd hype

turn this up to 11

when you bang this sh-t from your phone

i bet it’s renovating your home

separate tissue from bone

rattle your dome

b-ss kick in all yo t–th in till they gone

this sh-t is like that invasion of homes

kick in the door

duct tape all over yo mom

till you pay a n-gga what you owe

whoa hold up that’s ruthless (yeah)

michael kelso

i’m so stupid (yeah)

they tried to skate

and ride the wave

but like stacey dash

they’re so clueless (yeah)

i won’t touch you

but i got some homies that’s with whatever

so i’ll get them to do it

i can see so much b-tch in you n-ggas

d-mn

yall can’t all be gender fluid

like a shotgun in a baby seat

stewie griffin

the boy dangerous

cest maqnifque

firaga

how i’m flaming sh-t

have em lie in trauma

i’m the nicest at it

i ain’t mr. rogers

who the f-ck you trying?

it’s a m-ssacre

when i step inside

cuz when i leave the booth

no bodies left alive

i don’t give a f-ck about those other guys

let’s get the crowd hype

old boy

“alright m-th-f-cka i need you to get the f-ck up! get the f-ck up! i’m looking at you! i’m talking to you m-th-f-cka don’t look around. get the f-ck up and get hype! get hype! alright let’s go!”

you

might

see

me

rocking

gold chains

gold rings

white gloves

white mic

prince type

fight club

brad pitt

pretty boy

i’m trey songz

yo b-tch got a poster of me

on her wall

and she start tripping when she miss me inside

i bet she get in line

after she get a line

i told her play it safe from the start

moderate

me & ‘cain

we both bad for her heart

get your ankles broken

hot sauce

chris rock

robitussin

on the bone

let it soak in

boy i bet you good

get a soda

get a sofa

get a lawyer

get a witness

demolition

murder/death/k!ll

with a pen

get some st-tches

get back in it

quit your b-tchin

i’m frank castle with a pistol

and my only aim is the mission

get the crowd hype



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