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[Intro]
I like bells, bro
Bro, Daenerys snapped on everyone
Gave no f*cks, I'ma do that to this beat though
And what the f*ck is up like with this Snapchat filter everyone's usin' like
Everybody tryna be chicks now, swear if I use that sh*t
I'll be like the prettiest guy ever, no cap

[Verse 1]
Yo, uh, if your tea's gone cold and you're wondering why
Better stand in line 'cause Lee's fan's are cryin'
Like these dandelions they tears fanned and flyin'
With fear grabbin' Iron Man
So, Marvel over the way I diss, dis-R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Bone crushin', a rib when I drive a stake
Through the heart of a busted body kit (Vroom, vroom!)
Of a rusted dodge and drift that muscle modded sh*t
So f*ck it while we get rect like R-E-C-T mobile
'Cause all of you phony b*tches is wack
It's disgusting, really?But I'd f*ck an optimist
Prime sl*t androgynouswhine 'cause I'm poppin' this
Rhyme like it's bottled with time, f*ck it's clockin' at
Nine, ten, I'm rockin', hoggin' docile
b*tches 'til they cream when they see that
Icy sh*t b*tch, look, I see sh*t that you don't muhf*cka
Finna light three clips through yo' dome muhf*cka
On my Spike Lee sh*t I Malcolm muhf*ckas
Betta flight, flee, dip if you alone muhf*cka
Don't test me,rappin' this to make it though I never find cake, uh
I've been missed through ages so I severed ties late, yah
I'm in situations lookin very dark, ayy, uh
"I mean sh*t you Asians good at every darn thang"
Said, my privilaged peers in frivolous years
sh*t was horrible whenever I would think about it
I was shiftin' my gears while drippin' in tears
And look at my heart if it's sore it'll be fine if I put tape around it, uh
Rolled around like a cardiac film strip
Off with her clothing like where is the party at?
We'll skip jaggedy edges and stab that Tekashi rat, killed snitch
Failed the rebellion like he was with Pontiac, real sh*t
[Verse 2]
Yeah, me and slashy, two of us is my squa' deck 'em
'Til they screwed up, I'll be on my Illy mode
Really though? Philly Bo, chapel white in city shows
Sicky mode, Billy Bo baggin' up a silly ho
I be really feelin' dirty as sh*t
Clean a round up ten plus thirty a clip, served in a tip
I just need a b*tch that I can f*ck while she workin' her shift
She up the clock but she also down to slurpin' this di*k (Goddamn)
I just wanna make a couple mil and get some pus*y in the process
Wi-without a f*ckin' deal, I don't f*ck with puppeteers
I will grab a gun and kill, pah-pah-pah, right to your legacy
You know it's somethin' real and I
I'll be smooth with it at the same time
Get it jiggy with the flow while spittin' on the same rhyme
And the ladies, yeah, they love it 'cause they know that they mine
And you pus*y mothaf*ckas stayin' on my hate line

[Interlude]
"Who the hell?"
(Answer beep)
"Hello?"
(Hate mumbles)
"Oh, it's you, hater number five, how you doin' baby?"
(More hate mumbles)
"Really?"
"Oh, is that it?"
"Oh, so you came by just to say my song sucks?
(Big mad mumble)
"And you hate the way I mix 'em too, aww, shocks"
"Ayy, I'm sorry to stop you, I gotta go"
"I'm on a mission"
[Verse 3]
Killin' abominations that would di*k babies (Pedo)
And gamble on they game to trick ladies (Reno)
Bad or Slim, I know that it's Satan (Evil)
Think your spittin'? Hoe, you're mistaken (We know)
Ask a pig what kinda cake he bakin' (Delicious)
Articles on me that think I'm fakin' (Ficticious)
Claim you bangin' but when you get taken? (Snitches)
f*ck with me but on the gram you hatin'? (Y'all b*tches)

[Outro]
Drake!
Ginamit ko 'yung flow mo sa "Forever"
Okay lang naman yata, 'di ba?
Wala namang problema, 'no?
Uh, I don't know, ask yo' Filipino homies to like
Translate this sh*t for you, uh
I mean yeah, you got feh— like f*ckin'
Manny Pacquiao thing goin' on for you
You impersonated him
You got some Filipino homies
Yeah, bye