Death lyrics

[Intro]
Gather around (Real christian rap is back)
Yeah, real rapper-rap, real rap attack (For the kids, come around)
Real rapper-rap, put the rapper-rap
Put a rapper at, put a rapper-rap around (Real christian n*gga)
You already know what time it is n*gga, big rap
Yeah, big rap
Hold on, hold on, hold on

[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me (You is a fool of gimmicks)
You don't like my friends (True), you don't like my crew (You is a fool of gimmicks)
You don't like who I be around, you don't like who I manuever
You don't like how I do myself, you don't like how I be myself
You don't like how I be myself, you don't like how I be myself
You don't likе how I be myself, you don't like how I bе myself, yeah

[Verse]
Wait, I gotta rap again, rap again and fricka-fricka, fack-a-fend
The facts again, my f*ckin' c*ck in your mouth
I'll slap you with my p*nis if your stalling out, uh
I'll slap a dude with my c*ck, slap you with my c*ck real hard
And my hair blue, and them n*ggas don't know what to do, matter fact—ugh!
f*ck yo' life, n*gga, uh
f*ck yo' life, n*gga, uh
f*ck yo' life, n*gga, uh
f*ck yo' life, n*gga, uh