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[Intro: problemchild]
I got thirty b*tch! Yuh!
Problemchild! Yuh!
I think I lost my shoes bruh

[Verse 1: problemchild]
Murder everybody 'cause they seem to really wanna die
b*tchin' on your story sayin' how you always f*ckin' try
Yeah I do the same sh*t, think my b*tch is racist
Can't see where you aimin', why you fake ragin'?
Say you wanna see him, ugh, you just wanna be him, ugh
Perc don't got me leanin', it's the xan's that got me tweakin'
Fill yo' b*tch up with my semen then I break the hoe to pieces
Think it's just that time in season, dirty pus*y got me sneezin'
I don't even really mean to f*ckin' act hard
I just gotta let these b*tches know what the facts are
Doin' all this for a minute, I'm a f*ckin' trash-star
Say you make a little music but you seem so damn far, ugh
Take my f*ckin' razor, think you tough 'cause you got lasers, ugh
Used to be a skater, now I b*tch and kill my haters, ugh
Cheat on hoes, I'll see you later, I got gap teeth like I'm Mater
All my demons said to date her, f*ck everyone thats on fader

[Verse 2: peac*ckboii]
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[Verse 3: xolostboy]
I don't rock no colour, I'ma vibe killa'
Killa' on the set, I'ma trash this f*ckin music sh*t
Flex on a b*tch just because I know they talkin' sh*t
I get lit, don't get a f*ck a'bout how you felt about me
Trynna die in trenches calmly, AK's so the demons haunt me
You ain't hard you f*ckin' zombie, you hardly taunt me
Trynna test a Demi-God, my heart ache, it f*ckin' throb
Stab me in my sh*t, I'm numb, I don't want nothing for fun

[Outro: xolostboy]
You don't know sh*t, trynna get f*cked up
I'm tipsy off the liquor and chillin' with my blade 'n sh*t
See you hidin', hide yo' face, I been weedin' out the snakes
I'ma die with f*ckin' fame, f*ck you all you do the same