critics

Put on the album from my “maze” project or “[noun]” just for profit, like it’s gonna get you bitcoin when you got a kvlt to join That will burn off your groin Put that in reverse And tell me the subliminal messages I said in there After that you gasp for air (haha) Aww are you crying? Need a baba? Sad about yo dada? Leaving to get the milk after hearing that you caca’d Bad posture is why you all hunchbacked Oh no my words gonna be in a podcast My lyrics the oddest and the darkest Why you mention me as a bad artist When im the smartest when it comes to lyrics And rhymes Quit making fun of me before I commit that horrible crime Gonna hurt like lime juice in your eye People that lie die from my lyrics I’m tired of these “critics” they all just sour lemons that just jealous cuz they don’t know how to be like us Don’t be mad just cuz you think you better but you not You gonna rot after gunshot shotgun have fun Got them Blast em Kill them Teach them Bury them Frick them