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[Verse 1: The Fatal Sling]
ARNs the army, I’m the commissioner
Imma f*ck your b*tch, wait that’s your sister
Don’t ever call me MGK, I can f*cking rap
All these rappers hella sus like “go get the strap” on
Yea I ain’t got Bella Hadid in my dms
But my career ain’t like yours, you hit a dead end
So I’m fiending for a friend, and some metal I can bend
Cause I melted that sh*t with my heat, yea I weld
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[Verse 2: The Fatal Sling]
Yea, jumping on this track again, so that I can snap again
Like your b*tch back, Imma go and hit that hag, my friend
Fiending for the coka, that sh*ts our Snow Clout
So I’m running up a check just to get my homie out
f*ck you, f*ck you, I’m bout to cuck you
Sipping green drank, you know that that sh*ts Mountain Dew
And I'm f*cking with a lil b*tch, her bills blue
Yea my bills blue
Imma murder you
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[Verse 3: Arexz]
Got more bars than Alcatraz has
Don't want the cash, just want the gas
Smooth like jazz
Say you are popping, then I say was
Old school ARN, killing intrumentals again and again
You do it, every now and then
No energy, calm like zen
I got the pounds, you barely got yen
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[Verse 4: Otac]
Excuse me b*tch, you really tryna f*ck with me
Flowing like the guy I am, oh sh*t, thats me
b*tches f*cking eat my c*ck like tortelini
French f*cking b*tches screaming out "oui oui"
Oh me, thats me, on your di*k like I am, on a killing spree
f*ck your b*tch, ouu, like I am the guy I am
I don't need no money, I don't need no honey
All the b*tches think I'm, kind of funny
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[Verse 5: Otac]
If you tryna f*ck with us, that sh*t is some f*cksh*t
You a little f*cking hoe, you a little b*tch
You should f*cking quit now, your horse sh*t
We riding on a broomstick, tour with some witches
f*cking your b*tches, like I am the guy I am
Ouu b*tch, who b*tch, thats my b*tch
f*ck your b*tch from the clique, yea I'm riding with the clique
f*ck your b*tch like the guy I am
Oh sh*t!
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[Verse 6: The Fatal Sling]
Killshot, Rap Devil, I'm the best white rapper
Imma f*ck you up like your nose after black pepper
You can't touch my swag, I got the sauce b*tch
I got the Snow Clout, mh
Thats what I'm about, mh
Imma stand and shout, Imma f*ck you in the street
Imma pull up to your manor, f*ck her, hm yea
Ay, f*ck your b*tch and I skeet on her titties
Imma run up on your b*tch, mh, with her titties yuh