BOMB lyrics

[Intro: BRUHMANEGOD]
(Yah)
I don't give a f*ck—
(Shut the f*ck up)
I don't give a f*ck how—
(Shut the f*ck up)
I don't give a f*ck how this sounds (Spider Gang sh*t)
I'm just gonna rap, and you're gonna like it (Man, what the fu-fu-fu-fu—)

[Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD]
Back on my bullsh*t
Y'all 'boutta feel this
Back on my bullsh*t
Y'all 'boutta feel it

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]
Everyone in the club lookin' rat sh*t today (T'ay)
I ain't 'bout lettin' no more that rap sh*t in my way (Way)
I cut the fat off but that ain't happenin' to my steak (Ayy)
I got a million more, I'm packin' into my pace (What?)
You ain't so hard, boy, you got the wackest sh*t in the place (What?)
Pull up and park it before (What?) I smack the b*tch in his face
b*tch, I'm from the Bay, ayy, don't f*ck wit' L.A., ayy
I'ma own a farm before I drink out of a baby
I ain't monkeyin' around unless you 'boutta pay me
I'm a f*ckin' prick but you a motherf*ckin' lame, ayy
I'm just tryna be me, ain't nobody Beamy
I'ma cook and eat, eat, hook on the meat, mеat
I can't even hear thе people trying to delete me
In this motherf*cker with the peace like a treaty
[Interlude: BRUHMANEGOD]
Back on my bullsh*t, f*ck all my old friends
Everythin' I ever put my all into is golden
Soul never sold, b*tch, flame is emboldened
Beamy God, CULT is the lane of the chosen

[Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD]
Back on my bullsh*t
Y'all 'boutta feel this
Back on my bullsh*t
Y'all 'boutta feel it
Back on my bullsh*t
Y'all 'boutta feel this
Back on my bullsh*t
Y'all 'boutta feel it

[Interlude: CXRPSE]
Beamy, dude, this sh*t sucks
This is like no melody, Spidercore bullsh*t

[Verse 2: CXRPSE]
I'm like Homelander in this b*tch, yeah, I'm stronger, I'm better
They couldn't compete with us, nah, not ever
I'ma go countin' the provolone and the cheddar
One day, I'll die and I'll be on some n*gga's header
(f*ck these layered vocals, I'ma be simple)
Still, I'm killin' it with no booth
Smokin rollies, spittin' out a tooth
n*ggas lookin' sad, they ain't eatin' no food
How they mad at me 'cause I'm spittin' my truth?
Like everythin' I say corrupting the youth
We smokin' loud, we ain't rollin' no boof
CUBE sittin' down, chillin' on the stoop
Yeah, I'm ultimate like Denzel said
Switch it up, like Denzel said
I'm evil like the dreads on Denzel's head
It's for my gang, leavin' everyone else dead
I'm thinkin' 'bout travelin' out of the state
"What do we do with the money?" Okay
I have an idea, hear me out (Hahaha)
I bring the guap to New York
[Outro: CXRPSE]
Can't you tell I've just given up?
f*ck
Thank you, Beamy, for having me on this
I just— I hate music, I'm, like, done