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[Part I]

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Uh (Опять этот zeeroxx)

[Verse 1]
I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
I wanna choke him out, I wanna throw hands
Punch a pus*y in his mouth
Stompin' on his head until my feet hurt
Shoot a pus*y boy, I put a bullet in his T-shirt
Run up, unexpected, infiltrate his home
Give him broken bones
Beat him bloody, leave a pus*y in the dirt
He got bucked for his burqa
You sh*tty rappers got me worked up
Get a lil' better 'fore you askin' me to work, b*tch
He a pedo, get his throat slit
Spit, blood, p*ss, mud and nut all up on my shirt
Uppercut him in his gut, heavy hit
Make it hurt
Only carry heavy, so my bullet 'boutta hurt
Shot him in his body, left that pus*y in the dirt
f*ck around and cause another 9/11
Dome his brain and send him straight up into Hеaven
Meet my fist, and then the dirt, and thе hot ass lead from my MAC-11
Boom, bullet to the gut, make him p*ss blood
What you know about a big gun?
pus*y talkin' like he got one
Brought thirty rounds to his home, but it took one
[Verse 2]
He get p*ssed on
p*ssy, pus*y b*tch, I'm not afraid to put my fist on
Talkin' tough, but he get sh*t on
Run up on him with the clip and he get dumped, b*tch
One-V-one me Rust, so I can give that boy the f*ck, b*tch
Ugh, b*tch, I might nut quick
Aimin' at your face, let it bust back
f*ck that, dumbass
Faggot ass b*tch up on my nutsack

[Outro]
Ahh, f*ck 112

[Part II]

[Intro]
Mud

[Verse 3]
Want beef, but he do not wanna go settle it
Stomp his head and make that pus*y begin to start regrettin' it
Talkin' tough, then he is gettin' hit
Yeah, pus*y b*tch get his sternum split
Your music sh*t, so no one heard of it
I'm 'bout to hurt a b*tch
I got the Glock, and it is aimed to p*ss
Run up right on his block, I brought the laser, b*tch
Bleed, suck my di*k and nuts until I complete
Huh? pus*y boy talkin' on Twitter like I would not give him a nosebleed
f*ckin' his face 'til I f*ckin' complete
And I'm cuttin' his throat so that he cannot scream
Heard you been dissin' me, pus*y b*tch, well I've been listenin'
f*ck around and commit
Suicide, I'll take his life
Shot that pus*y b*tch in his face and watch him die
Die, die, make him die
Shot a pus*y in his eye
Do not f*ck with I
I'm on the block, b*tch, sellin' apple pie, yeah
Big bullet find its way into his b*tch
Talkin' sh*t 'cause I don't f*ck with you
You actin' like a b*tch
I'm a bad boy who's stealin' all his sh*t
b*tch, you irk me
Got me worked up
Choppa to his f*ckin' face, it got him burned up
Turn this sh*t up, pus*y b*tch
It's time to turn up
[Outro]
Uhh, this—, this sh*t song is over
It's—, it's over

[Part III]

[Verse 4]
Knock his head back
Got too many drugs in my body like a lab rat
And I keep the gat, pus*y, stay back
'Boutta kill him for his Cash App
Didn't see us 'cause we posted up in all black
Saw his b*tch with the fake Gucci purse, gotta snatch that
pus*y talkin' sh*t, but he is all that
Put some di*k up in his b*tch back
Got her in my DM, think I'm badass
Got no recognition 'cause he bad at everything he try his f*ckin' hand at
pus*y b*tch, b*tch-made, cut his f*ckin' neck with a switchblade
They don't like me 'cause I'm insane
Stick a blade into that b*tch brain
Leave me 'lone unless you wanna catch fade, b*tch, ugh

[Outro]
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