Controller 17 lyrics

[Chorus]
Hol up hol up I'm the controller (x4)

[Verse 1]
Fuccin sh*t you on lil b*tch
I make you drop your (?)
(?)
Severed head in my toilet til I get tired of p*ssing on it
Like yuh stop it stop it
Get off my rocket
Get off my dicc unless you gon' succ it
These b*tches ain't sh*t
But they can talk it
You copy my style now you get punish
You walk into work
b*tch I'm bout to run it
I got style you just an idiot wearing a outfit
You need to stop it
Before you get drop kicc
(?)
(?)
Homie I top sicc
Your sh*t is toxic
Your sh*t is humor
Rappers be slap sticc
Rappers be knee slap
Don't wanna get clapped b*tch
Look where you at
Look where I'm at counting my cash b*tch
Look where I'm at b*tch?
Where am I at b*tch?
I'm with the trash just a..
[Chorus]
Hol up hol up I'm the controller (x4)

[Verse 2]
These corporate funded fraudys need to knocc it off
Less they get slaughtered off; body bag carted off
Who is this goblin loss gargling a molotoff
I done crossed everybodys timeline smarting off
I'm worried with all these hoes on my dicc it might get gobbled off
Keep joccin' Ima knocc them fuccin' eye contacts off
Your mad cause your fans are soft and they hardly mosh
Homies can't console you they like Ouija Macc probably sauce
Your fuccin frauds and exposing y'all with the (?)
The toxic coffin hypnotic posion (?)
I see the flaws in your design and who you copied off
Its not your speed you bit my partners too its obvious
But you can't hang with the Wasteland warriors
No you ain't built like a Wasteland warrior
You ain't a motherfuccin' man you got no man power
I'm whippin' napalm in my tub to bring your last shower (splash!)

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Its just the dead thuggalo with the torch in my hand
And a six foot pitchfork perched in the sand
You should know the repercussions if you fuccin' with the plan
We gon' blacc the planet (?)
Hol up hol up I'm the controller (x4)