Lyrics

[Intro: Tyson James] A little talk about epitome We're the epitome of everything that the left hates In fact, we're like phony Christian repellant, heh [Verse 1: Tyson James] Yeah, yeah 20-20 made me learn a lot Hell is real, and I heard it's hot Y'all think I'm tryna stir the pot But, I'ma stand strong on the word of God I'm the epitome And, I on't need your validity But, I know you're really feelin' me And, I 'on't care about your little G And, I "on't care, he a little creep I'm capable, I got ability Huh! [Verse 2: Tyson James] I'm a homophobe, and I'm racist Y'all got accusations If you know my bro, he can vouch for me He ain't caucasian, meh He a black boy But apparently, my man racist, too Betas don't wanna face the truth All these haters only wanna fake the news I'm goin' crazy [Verse 3: Tyson James] Man, y'all don't wanna pain me YouTube tried to censor me Y'all gon' raise my intensity But, I guarantee, y'all gon' remember me We everything y'all hate But, you don't hate us, y'all hate God It's a big lake, and it's way hot C-C-G, we gon' make it pop [Chorus: Tyson James] Straight, white male, where's my cell? I'm the epitome (Yeah, where's my cell?) Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump Yeah, he the epitome (Yeah, he vote Trump) Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great But, y'all seem jittery (Y'all look nervous) C-C-G, up in this piece Yeah, we the epitome (We the epitome) [Chorus: Tyson James] Straight, white male, where's my cell? I'm the epitome (Yeah, where's my cell?) Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump Yeah, he the epitome (Yeah, he vote Trump) Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great But, y'all seem jittery (Y'all look nervous) C-C-G, up in this piece Yeah, we the epitome [Verse 4: Bryson Gray] I am whatever you say I am And, if I wasn't,then why would I say I am That means I'm transphobic,homophobic Sexist, self-hatin', ah man Coon gripper, house negro, sellout I mean, I guess, I understand [Verse 5: Bryson Gray] The truth is that y'all hate Christ And, they on't see us, you see they light And, the Bible says the righteous gon' do right Don't stand down, stand up to fight Like Tyson James, or blame everything on Bryson's name I'm bein' called everything, all types of names But, all that hate, just lights a flame [Verse 6: Bryson Gray] Now, y'all done messed up Grown men, out here, playin' dress-up Or, they puttin' their skin over Yeshua Or, they tryna sound holy, in the Devil's hut We are God warriors, don't try to mess with us But, be forewarned, perjure, stop testing us Plus, Yahweh gon' keep blessin' us While you give yo' soul to sex and lust Dang, pray for 'em [Chorus: Tyson James] Straight, white male, where's my cell? I'm the epitome (Yeah, where's my cell?) Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump Yeah, he the epitome (Yeah, he vote Trump) Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great But, y'all seem jittery (Y'all look nervous) C-C-G, up in this piece Yeah, we the epitome (We the epitome?) [Chorus: Tyson James] Straight, white male, where's my cell? I'm the epitome (Yeah, where's my cell?) Yeah, Bryson black, and he vote Trump Yeah, he the epitome (Yeah, he vote Trump) Y'all love to hate, and we doin' great But, y'all seem jittery (Y'all look nervous) C-C-G, up in this piece Yeah, we the epitome