Count it X10 ok Count it X2 I was taking pictures of the county Peeping in the windows of the widows like the zodiac killer Licking on my fingers after writing PIGS in the inscription Fake counter They was racking up the tally They was—- Pulling up in station wagons Walking like they was in power I got—- A nazi brethren labeled as my other half of the mountain I dont—- Give a fuck about her She was—- Freaking out on camera Count it x2 I dont wanna talk for sixty minutes or an hour I dont listen to the critics tell me bout my albums I dont—- Count it When the record on the cowards Fuck about it Fuck if they dont wanna see me speaking bout her in a vowel I dont—— Picture a new audi I just picture tesla on the powder I just Wanna touch taylor Fuck it I just wanna be the greatest rapper since they found out about me