Oh,eh-eh-oh-yah, YAH YAH Get-it-dawg. FUCKING-GET-IT DAWG! [Verse 1] I feel Hunted by´600 , Might be bested by ten... ...I SAID MIGHT! . but Y'all lack da funds foh gorey fun 'n'we'll wait til sun dried up befoh' I evva get fuckin' stunned even if ya hit wit a truck ton alhamdulillah! I'm da radical rabid ravage savage animal of bars Check ya sun-dial Ya'll know da time, Y'all know wat it izz. Sickest biggest lyricist on Suno that’s eazy biz 'Bout 2 be richest on six forbes foh bars lists psych out! wildin' out! strike out!, have ya cried out? Time foh yo time-out! no FUCKING hide-out. when I tore ya insides out! Rhyme drought? I bring monsoons, soon, next june, y'all see the platoon of cartoons. bombs goes BOOM like a villainous loon in da wrong costume, One must assume room for error in rap terror is presumed. Dunn worry, we'll get to da good part soon, the part of your tomb. Boogieman? nah, John Wick? nah, Good women? Nah Already got me one, no gimmick, she raw A.F! Ya can keep ya putas, I'd rather shove mah DNA' into mah bish' brown home domain playin' "Macho-Man" on repeat' “OHHH YEAHHH!” Watchin' mah nachos in da micro-wave. It was debated I have more fear foh indoctrinated missourian teens They shoot stringy dreams in blue jeans Fake humpin'pumpin', Tryna save face wit wet-jeans and shitty bible-thumpin' memes. than' rap trolls. Behold! these scrolls of old. tryin' takin’ ovvah da Suno Rap Region, But if ya REAL, ya see they all be lying', less be honest, ya nawt cookin' ya not frying, but sure go ahead, keep tryin'..and I'mma keep sighin' Ham goes HAM! like a Czecho-slovakian rebel Swing dat AX! quick but messy death, stocky and feral. I've said already, most of y'all dunn impress me. Once in a blue moon, I'll hear some cherry Dat'll have me swoon, othertimes, it's fairies in Chevys SCREAMIN' THEIR LUNGS OUT "Please notice me Senpai" I'd prefer ya were transferred 2 Monsieur Pain If ya brain dunn follow, lemme explain. F! in chat, foh' bein tone/vocal deaf. itself, himself, bozo hieroglyphs put dat shizzle mah nizzle on the bottom of da shelf. "you'll die an absurdly slow death" but stockier bein' forced fed honey'n'milk on da Tarpeian rock. Oh Please pet my pet macaque Yea, most of y'all nuttin' but fiends foh' G.P.T prompt themes Wit mah "Oink Oink" Bull semen, need cookies foh ya cream? oh it do seem it went a lil' extreme Well, y'all can keep y'all neon gleams.. ooh by the way, I'm, like so dark and twisted.. Haha, nah, you're really not Oh,eh-eh-oh-yah, Oh,eh-eh-oh-yah,
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