BRUHMANEGOD
MAKER
[Verse 1]
Ugly muthafucka til hes under (Got it right)
All  dese tykes sound like some undercovers
Bring  the butter wit the bread if you wanna come to supper
You ain't spider, you ain’t hustle then you punks will fucking suffer
Bring the pain and i'll shape it into famous
All  the bots in the way spilling till em circuits breaking
Fucking  cracked out clowns spreading out a circus vagrant
Then i put his ass down and i shove him in the basement‚ hatred

[Bridge]
Such  a waste‚ a stasis
One that paints ya grave before you face it
Blame me
For all the fakes and maybe i jus brought to shame that's bound to take themselves

[Verse 2]
Everybody  stressed and flexing super sad
Boot his ass‚ i could give a fuck about a stupid fad
Foo relax, you look like a pool of ash, foolish ass
Scoop da swag‚ do whatever works for ya boosted ass
Geek muthafuckas always squawk when you not around
Yall got a song, he gon swap when hes pocket bound
Drop em now if you know what happens in an accident
Dap em then you asking where they asses went
Faggot shit!