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[Verse 1: J$MITH]
Okay, my flow got so retarded they like „Hold up, Hellen Kellar”
I’ll admit I ain’t the best, but I’m probably fuckin’ stellar
I am infamous, uncharted, yet she say she into me
I fuck that bitch stupid tell her Hellen Kellar’s visiting
Fuck her like she missing me, Pollinate like honey bees
I beat the beat up, so I treat it like her ovaries
My flow so wet like it’s sold in a syringe
If they need they fix, I got that special blend of heroin
Feenin’ on my verses when I light up like a crack pipe
Bitch, I keep that fucking flame, skin tone coke white
Skin tone snow white, Pandemic on the mic
I kill the beat – extinction, then ignite my verse with fuckin’ life
Bet I ain’t the pope, turning atheists into believers
Haters get to talkin’ cause my shit is off the fucking meter
Let em call me „dope” give a fuck if it ain’t „right”
Now they feen for me, hit my lyrics through they crack pipes
Hitting on they crack pipes, hit it from the backside
They like makin’ love to a sweet transvestite
You faggots are all baggage to me, I lost you a year ago
My flow is antithetic baby, watch me spill it on the floor
Watch me spill it on the floor, watch me get it on the go
You faggots are all baggage, it’s a bonfire – lights out
[Hook: J$MITH]
It’s a bonfire, turn the lights out
I’m burning everything you mother fuckers talk about
[Verse 2: J$MITH]
Uh… I’m burning them, I’m dragons breath
You just brought five kittens to a badger den
And all your rapper friends? I promise I’mma slaughter them
I’ll let ’em call me Zimmerman, cause I ain’t need a reasonin’
Changin’ up like seasons, quick
9/11, Bombs on this
I’m goin’ suicidal like it’s twins about to drop for dick
Lately, I just tower shit, smokin’ kush and proud of it
I could get a feature verse and probably fuckin’ body it
Haha… Call this fucking song Virginia Tech
That mean I’m killin’ everyone who ain’t gon’ show respect
„J$MITH? Yeah he nice, but he ain’t with the shit”
Until they see my mood swing- Rodger, Elliot
I ain’t got his problem though
It’s super model girls blowin’ up my iPhone
I don’t trust ’em, man fuck I ain’t gonna lie
Even if she fly, she ex, why? I rep my chromosome
Get it? I’m the fuckin’ man
So you should probably take your seat before you talk again
I’m probably Optimus, you’re obviously opposite
Chillin’ with your girl, give me brain, that’s that honours shit
I just go dumb, shit is all I know
I’m goin’ hard on anything just like I’m cooked blow
You tryna talk shit? You’d better humour me
You’ve been fucking girls who have barely went through puberty
I do this for the hell of it
Clowns got me laughin’, cause they think they livin’ it
But you got bars Josh, why ain’t you show ’em off?
I swear this summer I’mma show em all
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