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Paint all my hair pink

Paint all my nails pink

Diamond in my face, white rice

Diamond like pussy, pink

Tickle the clitoris, gibberish

Donate my dick, I am generous

If there's no tree on your head

Boy, you cannot stand it right there, right next to us

Wake up

Six in the morning, no makeup on my bitch

I dress like a dyke and I look like I'm Eilish

But never no shit on my eyelash, pause

Grammy winning Vinny, never stop

Been here many since I hit it, finna hit it raw

This shit too easy for me, Vinny is playing with beats and sounding like Keem

He's selling to all of the teens

Tapes, I made them in Gram-mama basement

Grammy's for Grammy, first placement

I will win

Please do not tempt me, boy, I will spin

Point at your lip and blow your dome

Just like you tripped on some shrooms

Intergalactic presence, sent acid in heaven

In ten minutes, get it black packaged

Cheat code this bitch, get dragon

Burn the Nick Cannon cabin, what happened to has been?

Truly, boy, I do not know

Apologize and manuel on the pothole

This is me

Bitch, I'm the dog who gon' bark at you

Are you retarded? I ordered you

Brought you to the Arby's and murdered you

Sorry, boy, rot in that grave

Pistol and pavement, these weapons behave

I'm captain, I got them in range

Like Marvin the Martian, step out of here safe and blow up your planet with cesium Flames

Stomp him and piss on the face

Bargain him harder, my marksman are safe

Love the little scars on your face

Love the little scars on your fucking face

This is my gospel

Midnight, I'm prosperous

I am no king

I am the God of this shit

Talk to me

I'm fucking... my shit's fucking beautiful

I'm the fucking greatest

Are you?

Me

Leave

You thought this shit was done

Well, you're right

Monster tre off this nine stair, nine stair

Nightmare and daydream flips, I'm schizophrenic

I send it for big air and tear my own fabric

Crotch holes and belt loop rips, it's easy access

I'm acting off half a addy, fucking sketchy I know

If Von was veggie, I'd be Mr. Radish Rapper fosho

Acid addict with battery charges, mortgage retarded

The tall white bitch out Oregon tidy up all my garbage

Imma cop a harbor, build a parlor for ice cream

And I scream lonely, no inviting from I.E

And by me, I mean clean like some Visine

Green silly, uh, dumb, "ILY Vonnie" from piped broad

Messages and email filling, guess they feeling my stuff

Admit that change on Hippie Jump, had them touching they junk

Heard your song on iPod, I thought Vonnie probably we'd fuck

Once I see you in public, but I busted my nut

So, uhh, tell me what you just did there

Spoke some verbs to calm the nerves like cocaine cyanide and iodine with pesticides Ingested by the ounce

Out a Coca-Cola bottle, awful taste to make it count

Spell it out for the fuckers who ain't feel me

M.I.N.T

Frosty SEAL Team three

Fuck with we, Jesus, please greet these teens

Brought like thirty-five poles, plus I's gon' roll up in a Humvee

With a tummy aiming turret attached

Current match is the last place, burnt in the back taste

Chasing down the liquor with liquor, triple sixer for dinner

My energy something else, your enemies cherry muffins

Apparent that they ain't nothing but Hubba Bubba and lovers

Fuck 'em

I'm out

Bitch