Hokahey!

E um bom dia para morrer

Consequences, consequences

I can not help helping you

But if you should push my conscience

Then there's one thing I must do

I shall take all of my feelings

Put them in a spot or two

And fall right in the place you stand

Oh, that's what you must do

"It's a shame we didn't elope

Now all your hoe friends at my throat, yeah

That's like goth girls with chokers

Like sweet swirls on smokers, yeah

Speaking of which"

This that off-topic shit

****, I'm knocking off the stock you with

Reusing a verse, 'cause this lil' **** Joey Trap a bitch

Can't name a single song you've made that'd be topping this, ooh

Did I hurt your feelings?

Are you gon' try to shoot me 'fore I even break the ceiling?

You gon' send some of your "straight men" my way?

Are they gon' break my face before you even touch the state?

I'll have grandkids by the time you touch a stage again

You should be worried 'bout the kind of mental state you in, kid

Consequences, consequences

I can not help helping you

But if you should push my conscience

Then there's one thing I must do

I shall take all of my feelings

Put them in a spot or two

And fall right in the place you stand

Oh, that's what you must do

Uh, fuck a opp, I was waiting to take 'em out

This the ending of yo life, lil' ****, no doubt

I'm thinking I give him the slip with the jab

"Pass", that's what he'd say

"I ain't touchin' yo ass because I'm not gay"

Sure, buddy, and personally I think you up to something

Maybe you met some men and they had got to stuffin'

Or maybe it's nothing

A symptom of the fall off, I couldn't think you'd fall this hard

Or maybe you hit that crack hard

Moved too much rock and touched your own stock

I called you corny for a lame flex

And hit you a block

You getting back on top?

Probably not

Consequences, consequences

I can not help helping you

I can't take you from your kid

He already fatherless

Try and touch me, ****

I'll give you a lisp, uh

You a scrawny lil', flow stealing, crackhead lookin' bitch

I wouldn't trust you 'round my kids

Why'd you defend Gareth fucking 'round with children?

Ain't nobody gonna save you when the hills come

I mean, look, your career's already done

You ain't doing numbers like you used too

Two hundred thousand, still declining

Not even a hundred comments

You only break that when you homophobic, on some nonsense

I'll say it now and only once

Let's take a moment of silence

Consequences, consequences

I can not help helping you

But if you should push my conscience

Then there's one thing I must do

I shall take all of my feelings

Put them in a spot or two

And fall right in the place you stand

Oh, that's what you must do

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