69 more bars Lyrics

Whoa-oh

69 more bars, yeah

Whoa-oh

Man, Webby still goes hard

Aka

"Mr Penis In Yer Dick"

These bi

These bi

These b

These bitches think they're a steal?

Fuck that, I'm returning this daim back

They think they got that appeal?

They think they're way bad

Cunt, what is your deal?

Why would you fucking say that?

Calling me a fake lad?

Bitch your as real as your fuckin' fake tan

Pick this shit up like a pooper-scooper

Won't apologize like a scum YouTuber

Want a white girl

Not an Oompah Loompah

So I'm tellin' bitches to move like i am luda

Webby a real wigga

She grab my dick

Feel it getting bigger

Til I'm all up in 'er,

Like her like my plate at the end of my dinner

K - R

Double O

G - E - R

Educated but he still a retard

Highly medicated just to recharge

I think about my problems

Lost in where to solve 'em

So I'm stuck inside my noggin

Just wishin' I could restart

Or logoff from exhaustion

Shutting down seems like an option

I'm just tryna fight the sobbin'

Starting to fucking tweak hard

Voices've always been in my head

Been recently getting more frequent

See I've started replying to them

Hello?

Not just in my mind but out loud too

Don't like the look of this path that I'm bound to

Get out!

Been

A

Min-ute

Been a minute since I've had a bitch

That's facts

But I only think about my ex when I take the bins to the trash

One day I say 'i will never quit'

No, that's a sin, I can't do that

The next I think I've lost all wit

No will to sing or write a rap

Attachment disorder keeps me from reaching out

Losing touch and all order

All I hear is my demons speaking now

Oh dear

I fear

That I'm too far gone

Hoe don't come near

Headlight to a dear

Sheer shame be too severe

Think I'm weird?

But you don't know the half of

Not even a quarter

I keep all this baggage like a hoarder

Trust me

Hold your tongue long enough that shit'll weigh you and your hope down

Wanna know how I got these scars?

Biting cheek when I should've spoke out

Since no one's ringing this finger up

I'm on a solo mission

To point out with my index

Everything your spittin' isn't hittin'

I'm not perfect but I pinky-swear I'll stick my finger out my bum

I'm making one thing clear

It's nothing but middle fingers to rule of thumb