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[Intro]
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House c-cat
HYSTERIA
Buck, should I get it?

[Verse 1: kirby2cool!]
I hit my b*tch with a spoon
And I already told you don't f*ck up my mood
But you're still trynna do it, now I'm trying you
f*cking you up, till I f*ck up my shoes
Right up the bottom, my clothes are falling
No wonder, these rappers keep flocking, their capping
I'm god, you rap like a top but you act like a bottom
b*tch, you ain't poppin' you starting a problem
I'm boutta turn your whole team into smithereens
Boy you ain't hard, body language is fidgety
My b*tch too big for my pants, it ain't fittin' me
You go forever, I'll wait til' infinity
[?], mac and cheese
Ain't even done with the song and I'm clappin' cheeks
Ain't even writing my verses like a masterpiece
If you ain't even bumpin' your sh*t, your a tragedy

I just sold weed to the ice cream man
I should blow up all my plane, make a hype beast mad
I got no Kirby then I might be trash
Already yell too much, I think I might be mad
I still go on the protagonist, you're a Billbo
Anaconda they grabbing you, kill throat
You just mad you don't got my skill, ho
Your b*tch just sees you as a dildo
Why in the f*ck are you talking to me?
Just wasting my time, it's exhausting for me
Murder the beats, so I don't know what to bring
I think you're making a [?] for me
I wouldn't give you 5 dollars to blow me
You are not sh*t to me, you are below me
I hope you know that you are gonna die lonely
If I'm your father, you're gonna die slowly

[Verse 2: NERVEXX]
Ayy, what though
Suck to be in my mind
I got two racks on the Devil's time
And they need more love, damn what [?]
You ain't built like this, sayin' wastin' my time
I gotta run up on a motherf*cker stuckin' that sh*t up
But got more bands, than a cannabis dealer
You fake don't [?] for a feature
Your moms my type, keep running a preacher
I can't be talking that sh*t cause I pray on my balls
I'm late for my meeting, I'm poppin' a [?]
You sayin' I'm addicted, I'm racin' these thoughts
Location, b*tch? Savin' my time up
Hope make you pacing the line up
No bet, I'm the underdog
You muf*cks ain't sh*t, even [?] the cause

[Verse 3: GXNER]
Blew out the back, out the back of that ho
And I make it pop like a soda, no Coke
Get top in the back then I switch to the rolls
Got two hundred tecs, I got too many poles
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Pockets too fat they be gaining some weight
I'm feeling like Kirby the bong finna break
Saw me in public I'm popping his brain
Knocking out his skull
Put his brains all on the wall
I'ma walk around the halls
Ho I can not stand you all
Back, move back, move back, move back yeah

[Verse 4: Mango The Only]
Who the f*ck are you? I'm MANGO THE ONLY!
Better buckle in, I swallow Vicodin
I put the emphasis in Hysteria, pack a b*tch
Let's go cause a riot, I promise you we the fish
Outta the catacombs now I'm speakin' in the gibberish
b*tches be flowin', like in a minute I'ma finish it
Lit sh*t flow sick than f*cking syphilis
Blunt so fat, would of thought there was a kid in it
Class clown, better pull up with bag now
Bat down, better pull up with the rats out
Unemployed, but I really want the cash now
Joe Biden, better figure up all this sh*t out
Ayy, Kirby
Remember that one time I put a sardine in your f*cking peanut butter jelly sandwich

[Verse 5: SEMTEXX]
b*tch, I'ma blow up
I do not pick up the phone, uh
All of you pussies been fake, wasted
Stuck in my room, I don't know what the today is
Yeah, I got left [?] b*tch and I'm gonna lose my sh*t
He could just eat my fist
Get your b*tch f*cked
[?] I can not give a f*ck
I got [?]
I cannot sleep with these thoughts in my head
[?]
I open you like a [?]
Demons I hang with the reaper
[?]

[Verse 6: guap sensei]
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