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[Intro: BRUHMANEGOD] (Yah) I don't give a fuck— (Shut the fuck up) I don't give a fuck how— (Shut the fuck up) I don't give a fuck how this sounds (Spider Gang shit) I'm just gonna rap, and you're gonna like it (Man, what the fu-fu-fu-fu—) [Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD] Back on my bullshit Y'all 'boutta feel this Back on my bullshit Y'all 'boutta feel it [Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD] Everyone in the club lookin' rat shit today (T'ay) I ain't 'bout lettin' no more that rap shit in my way (Way) I cut the fat off but that ain't happenin' to my steak (Ayy) I got a million more, I'm packin' into my pace (What?) You ain't so hard, boy, you got the wackest shit in the place (What?) Pull up and park it before (What?) I smack the bitch in his face Bitch, I'm from the Bay, ayy, don't fuck wit' L.A., ayy I'ma own a farm before I drink out of a baby I ain't monkeyin' around unless you 'boutta pay me I'm a fuckin' prick but you a motherfuckin' lame, ayy I'm just tryna be me, ain't nobody Beamy I'ma cook and eat, eat, hook on the meat, mеat I can't even hear thе people trying to delete me In this motherfucker with the peace like a treaty [Interlude: BRUHMANEGOD] Back on my bullshit, fuck all my old friends Everythin' I ever put my all into is golden Soul never sold, bitch, flame is emboldened Beamy God, CULT is the lane of the chosen [Chorus: BRUHMANEGOD] Back on my bullshit Y'all 'boutta feel this Back on my bullshit Y'all 'boutta feel it Back on my bullshit Y'all 'boutta feel this Back on my bullshit Y'all 'boutta feel it [Interlude: CXRPSE] Beamy, dude, this shit sucks This is like no melody, Spidercore bullshit [Verse 2: CXRPSE] I'm like Homelander in this bitch, yeah, I'm stronger, I'm better They couldn't compete with us, nah, not ever I'ma go countin' the provolone and the cheddar One day, I'll die and I'll be on some nigga's header (Fuck these layered vocals, I'ma be simple) Still, I'm killin' it with no booth Smokin rollies, spittin' out a tooth Niggas lookin' sad, they ain't eatin' no food How they mad at me 'cause I'm spittin' my truth? Like everythin' I say corrupting the youth We smokin' loud, we ain't rollin' no boof CUBE sittin' down, chillin' on the stoop Yeah, I'm ultimate like Denzel said Switch it up, like Denzel said I'm evil like the dreads on Denzel's head It's for my gang, leavin' everyone else dead I'm thinkin' 'bout travelin' out of the state "What do we do with the money?" Okay I have an idea, hear me out (Hahaha) I bring the guap to New York [Outro: CXRPSE] Can't you tell I've just given up? Fuck Thank you, Beamy, for having me on this I just— I hate music, I'm, like, done