Controller 17

Lyrics

[Chorus] Hol up hol up I'm the controller (x4) [Verse 1] Fuccin shit you on lil bitch I make you drop your (?) (?) Severed head in my toilet til I get tired of pissing on it Like yuh stop it stop it Get off my rocket Get off my dicc unless you gon' succ it These bitches ain't shit But they can talk it You copy my style now you get punish You walk into work Bitch I'm bout to run it I got style you just an idiot wearing a outfit You need to stop it Before you get drop kicc (?) (?) Homie I top sicc Your shit is toxic Your shit is humor Rappers be slap sticc Rappers be knee slap Don't wanna get clapped bitch Look where you at Look where I'm at counting my cash bitch Look where I'm at bitch? Where am I at bitch? I'm with the trash just a.. [Chorus] Hol up hol up I'm the controller (x4) [Verse 2] These corporate funded fraudys need to knocc it off Less they get slaughtered off; body bag carted off Who is this goblin loss gargling a molotoff I done crossed everybodys timeline smarting off I'm worried with all these hoes on my dicc it might get gobbled off Keep joccin' Ima knocc them fuccin' eye contacts off Your mad cause your fans are soft and they hardly mosh Homies can't console you they like Ouija Macc probably sauce Your fuccin frauds and exposing y'all with the (?) The toxic coffin hypnotic posion (?) I see the flaws in your design and who you copied off Its not your speed you bit my partners too its obvious But you can't hang with the Wasteland warriors No you ain't built like a Wasteland warrior You ain't a motherfuccin' man you got no man power I'm whippin' napalm in my tub to bring your last shower (splash!) [Chorus] [Outro] Its just the dead thuggalo with the torch in my hand And a six foot pitchfork perched in the sand You should know the repercussions if you fuccin' with the plan We gon' blacc the planet (?) Hol up hol up I'm the controller (x4)