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Now let’s be honest, I stayed on my Jeffery Dahmer shit
Rapping, I fucking murdered this contest but ain’t accomplish it yet
Fucking demolished it, Jordyn’s bar’s are astonishing
They say that, but I hate rap, I must have run out of tolerance
Motherfucker, you know exactly what time it is
Time to get to steppin’ before I get like Osama did
Got you niggas’ guessing like „Did I step on a mine?”
And bitch it’s time to grab a weapon, I get in all different kinds of shit
My name is Haulze and you niggas gon’ have to say it with me
Got this hocus pocus and most of it’s all insane and tempting
Fuck them other bitches I knew one, she gave me brain and left me
Now I’m focused with no emotion, hopeless I’m drained and empty
And with the fame, it’s a definite you gon’ gain some envy
And cause I’m nice with rapping they saying look at this lame attempting
But it’s ok, I just stay away from the stage and keep it moving if they hate me they’ll catch a fist to the face and maybe (get knocked the fuck out)
You see these venomous generous has-beens
I had meant to collab with, (SIKE)
I leave those mentally dented assassins
You expected the massive, I reflect from the average
I be the nigga puffing Ventolin reading this passage
It’s like whatever these faggots catch after masturbating
They just sell it out, that’s a rapper without exaggeration
It be that amazing, but Haulze is active attacking dated on the day I’m fastest I’m only planning elaboration
And don’t believe in a single fact that these rappers saying
They ain’t saying much
It’s irrelevant they procrastinating
They steady rapping and waiting, no dedication, just claiming they didn’t make it
Ya’ll noticed most of them mad, impatient
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