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Daddyphatsnaps
Daddyphatsnaps
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Zepelin Beats
Zepelin Beats
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Ayy! Everybody throw a tantrum
This planet needs some menaces and this gon' be our anthem
Ayy! Everybody put your hands up
We blowing up the premises, now look at what the man done
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, ayy
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, ayy
Ayy! Everybody throw a tantrum
This planet needs some menaces and this gon' be our anthem
Put you on the graph, fuck around and find out (yeah)
Land on any number on the fuck around you'll find out (wow)
Talking all that shit (yeah) and now you trying to find out (ayy)
But by the time you find out (ayy), your life's already mine now
You thinking that its sweet, the sweeter that it gets, I eat it quicker
Send you the bowels, you ain't seen the light, you see the sphincter
Flush you down the toilet, bitch a demon, I don't even think to wipe my hands
I'll wipe my ass and smack you, let you peep the fingers
Yeah, I said it (bitch)
Didn't read the title, I'm a menace I'm demented
Ain't no monologue in here, I'm giving sentences
Life is pretty sweet 'cause I got no one here to reckon with
And every day is Halloween, I'll bag you with your relatives
Devil made me do it, why? He told me for the hell of it
You talking all that killer talk but body count is celibate (none)
Doing all that revving up, I'll make your ass irrelevant
I know that it's irrelevant, but who the fuck gon' tell me different
Ayy! Everybody throw a tantrum
This planet needs some menaces and this gon' be our anthem
Ayy! Everybody put your hands up
We blowing up the premises, now look at what the man done
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, ayy
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, ayy
Ayy! Everybody throw a tantrum
This planet needs some menaces and this gon' be our anthem
Blood and gore, it can get hairy quick, Dumbledore
Black or white, you getting touched, guess I struck a chord
(He ain't really cooking), I'll stuff your ass in a oven door (ayy)
Life and death it's a tug of war (ayy), on my head is a fucking horse
Scramble all your eggs bitches, I didn't even budge
I turned a bitch to egg bitches, didn't give a f-
Wait let me finish didn't give a fuck
Bitch, you pressed your luck, the egg was breakfast, now it's time for lunch
Better call security (call 'em)
Mount Olympus with it, I'm chilling, I feel like Hercules
Hercules try to murder me Hurcules get a murder scene (murder, murder)
DPS, what that meaning, that mean I murder beats (murder, murder)
Still the G.O.A.T, and I'm herding sheep
Still the G.O.A.T by a hurdle leap
Listen
That's gonna be the sound of your planet, you little bitches (gone)
Keep acting like you ain't heard of me (you ain't heard of me)
Rapper? No, I'm a circus freak (you ain't heard of me, woo!)
Anybody who's ready to bet they ass on a verse speak
That's what I thought, bitch
Written by: Leon Young
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