f*ck You lyrics

by

Baker Ya Maker


[Verse 1: BAKER]
They fearing baker the underground undertaker
Time to meet your maker
Buckin buckin b*tches with the sickness in my eyes is hatred
f*ck another clique
b*tch its Doomset till i'm six
Say you claim evil sh*t but I still see that your feeble b*tch
You take a blow in your pride, cause you know that I am no lie
You just a busta in disguise no need to run now face your lies
You facing terror
Now b*tch I dare ya f*ckin with this clique
Open shop on bustas lettem know that we so thick
2 low for these hoes
With the flow I keep bold
You think you game then come then come approach with the style I have evoked demons
Demons in the night
See you have no love for life but I don't even waste my time I let you suffer in denial

[Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]
f*ck you
f*ck the fuzz
All about that blood and guts
Traumatizing no surprising
Pistol-packing murderers
Homicidal schizophrenic thoughts of [?]
Violence I'm a killa mane
Images of death and pain
Hide your motherf*ckin body in the back lot
With the [?]
Wish you had that f*ckin gat c*cked
Diggin graves
Never slippin you ain't saved
One shot from the Glock
Now you sleepin in a lake
From the depths of hell, I take control
I'm robbin bustas
[?] and meet your holy ghost
f*ck you if you hatin on the devil sh*t
Doomset takin over hoe we comin for your neck
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