hitlist Lyrics

Uh

I'm about my business

Killing all these rappers, you could swear i had a hitlist

Yeah, fire department, don't wanna miss this

Some serious business

Do you get the premise?

I'm Tom, and i hit you with my foolery

Don't be mad I'm dripped out, I wear a lot of jewelry

I'm dumb, epitome of stupidity

Pull to the drive thru in a Honda, wait

Gonna shave you bald, then I'll slap your head

Gonna shoot you with a gun, now you're dead

Yeah I'm rich, always making more bread

Shut your corny ass up, you sound like this

Hey it's Fred!

Uh, the fuck am i up to, bitch?

This shit is ridonculous

Pulling up with the 40 clip

I'm not a gangster!

I would like to apologize

I am actually white, and live in a middle class house

In a suburban area

I'm out of rhymes, I'm gonna say conglomerate

I killed your kid, cause he was fat, so please get over it

A comment just came in

Your voice is weird

From original Youtube dot com slash FredOwner

FUCK!

I got owned

He got games on your phone

I wanna play angry birds

Or else I'll do a groan

Why does my mother moan, when she sees uncle tony?

I got these racks coming in

I always win

The end, that shit is fin

I'll throw you in the bin

A shark has fins

Rhymed fin with fins

Stewie griffin

Yaga stay winning

Hold up

Drop a deuce

Tie a noose

Yaga stay loose

In the studio, pooping

Uh, uh

You thought i was done?

I've been up all night, throwing honey buns!

Rapping my religion, I am a nun

Your father's absent, father of none

Wait, father of one, not father of son, though

I wear sunglasses, cause' I'm kinda dope

You fightin' yaga, you fightin' a rope

We are booby trapped, like a looney tunes trope

Serving it up, make that shit fire

Shawty wanna fuck, but she wears a pacifier

Like a baby, Goo goo, goo gaa ging goo gaa!

Does gibberish really count as a bar?

I shit your pants, and they go brown

I'll put you in a trance, ooh

There it goes