1XFIGHTER
RANDOM FUCKING FREESTYLE (#6)
[Intro]
My buddy (My buddy)
My buddy (My buddy)
Wherever I go, he goes
My buddy (My buddy)
My buddy (My buddy)
My buddy and me
[Verse]
Man, fuck you, I was tryna see if you wanted to hop on a song because I guess I was wrong
I was tryin' out the style of music you said that you wanted to do, Tre
The way-- The music you wanna do, Tre
The music-- What you wanna do, Tre
Now I got no baes
Now I got no face
Now I got blueface
All in my wallet
All in my pocket
Everyone wanna go ahead; Stalk this
Motherfuckin' poor--
Fuck, I meant to say store, I guess I'm poor now
Because I get no education and I'm basic
I'm just telling you right now, in sixth grade, I was racist
Or tech-a-nech-ally I wasn't, but I'm telling you right now
I used to say thе n-word so fucking proud
That you would think that I am gay or some shit, I don't know
Now I got something stuck in my head and I need to gеt it, go
I need to let it go
I need to let you know
That I do not care about any of you foes
Or you hoes
Or your clothes
Or whatever your wear on your neck, or your wrist, or your-- uh, fucking ankles and toes
I don't want to hear anyone talk about how I am stupid
How I'm stupid
How I'm losin' it, losin' it
I'm confusin'
All the motha'fuckas who said that they were better than me
I'm tellin' you right now, I can rap better than Nascar Aloe's "FEET!"
Wait a minute, wait a minute, I don't know what that song goes like
Maybe it's like, huh, Half-Life
Maybe it's like, uh, that's right
I do not know anything, I'm just trying to get my head side-to-side
I'm just trying to die, I'm just trying to die
I'm trying to commit fucking suicide
Or triple-homicide
In a basement
Like my name's Eminem, or Stan, or some shit
I cut my wrists and I say this, uh
I say zero decibels is the best material
You can have in your cereal
Because it's loud as shit
Just like these fucking bit-ches
In my DMs, or the smell on my wrist
That is right, that is cologne
From, uh, I don't know
Because I got too many cuts to show
And too much fucking maroon stains on my bangs, on my bankrolls
On my bankrolls
I get no hoes
Because all I do is talk about money
And I'm funny
And I have a boyfriend, so please do not touch me
And don't say anything funny
Or else I will whip out my gat like Bugs Bunny, uh
[Outro]
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