JoeBuddenProbablyThinksICantRap :( lyrics

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Two hands Xanax, I might panic if not attack
Steady relapse into my old ways
In the third grade I got punished for sour play
Called my friend Johnny a f*ckface
Snuck outside and shot pedestrians with my draco, missin' my AK
They yelling out mayday
Houston we got a problem
Grim on the loose and he's wildin'
Hide your children, cause if he finds you
You're dead within the next hour
Shedding tears to a dying flower
While he's laughing, plotting for power
And say roger, I couldn't find in my heart
A woman got duct-taped and he dragged along the body
See my mental kinda f*cked up, you can tell right?
Probably got a whore with HIV, tell my rancher it's quite jolly
Sadly, I'm a spawn of Satan who's waiting to meet their maker, to argue in conversation
I tried to kill myself three times, well I guess that didn't work, j*rk
Now I go berserk, first on a verse
R.I.P. to my vocals
'Cause the day that I ever die the rap game got no culture
See I'm the n*gga that's up now, mane, f*ck next
f*ck fame, a f*ck fest
Labels want to sign me now, I could give a f*ck less
You could die, suck a sick di*k, n*gga
Hold your f*ckin' breath, ayy