B-Ly & WillFake - Throw A Tantrum Music lyrics

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B-Ly & WillFake - Throw A Tantrum Music lyrics

[Verse 1 : WillFake] Let's go the closest line for haters, I get ‘em f** out of my a** Slaughter ‘em all with a thousand toothpicks I boot his bu*t with a pair of shoes from Gangsta Moon, b**h I wallop right in the p**y while I'm consumin' a pizza I'm Sumanto for eatin' part of the trunk for Sosro commercial I'ma beat up Drake's topknot and whack Trick's nut As much as haters blowin' raspberry to me and Billy Ask for Katy Perry to dilly-dally and goes topsy-turvy! Uh, playin' peek-a-boo with the baby North West And meanwhile co*k-a-doodle-doo ringin' and I find him goes west Like a tragedy in China when the f**ing boar k**ed the tot And then a wit came through the mind to said “sh**” and rear-end with a dot You loathe my rhymes like a kid with the crap inside of pants Let alone I'm really s**er than the top ten students when I do it to the pen It's my f**ing neck's pain, no longer deadbeat for lottery payin' (Hey, chinchy!) You said that I'm chinchy but it was a fault ‘cause I'm vey thrifty I got 2 vouchers of Indomaret but I remain hating it sobriquet Still numerous the bad habit you had ‘cause I'm nob with the snobby etiquette Night used to get pray for Jesus but the motherf**in' activities in tomorrow's a** can't wait During lifetime, I got many despicable as I'm beaten by the overwhelmin' volley I'm soakin' wet, many voices from albums beforehand I aim to get your attraction to my dictions It's easy to get you flimflammed, just like takin' a f**in' candy from the f**in' baby Such a f**in' loser like Kanye and ‘bout the weight, don't ask it to Trainor! (Trainor!) As I rap in “Rapidly Fast and Quick”, I re-jotted again Taylor, you're no more swifter than Marshall! I'm darker than that one's on her birthday (suit..) Rap Genius, you think that is a goddamn h*mophone, you're f**in' false! Hey, I prefer to 25 to life than 25's swift, b**hes Too miff? Yes, you must be thinkin' negatively and insult me vigorously Aggravated to the point, y'all didn't know it truly It seems like in the club, the s*ut Fame as omelette and the f**in' eggs are the insults For you amateur? It's an idiom and look for it and don't beg me I'm still the DicBot, used to say “a**”, “co*k” and “dick”, “bu*t” Barely too deep but it ain't longer I dig But controversialler than my song “ Debatin' “, I almost did it But, “B-ly and WillFake are (sh**)!”, they say it Both of us don't give a damn but I keep givin' hoot on account of they don't root for us My battery's gettin' lowbat as Electra Dog-tired, this lyric hog-ties my lungs, it's hot time, talk like Skak Long as f**, zappin' mid-finger and I chuckle And I'm s**in' haters' hatred and f** them with the restlessness They're in helplessness, I'm ready to blow my own horn or trumpet Lackadaisical, I gasp, ashtma becomes a**hole (What the f**?) I'm throwin' a tantrum! [Verse 2 : B-ly] Sk** achievement I gain, my left ear's ringin' again triumphantically I can't dumb my words down like Nick' slime's going down on your hair I'm still the way I am, bangin' the clock, switch it off Make the world stops, dubbing in your shoes but I couldn't wear it It's 20, I've had a 43, too tiny for me, just sit on my ottoman When I rhyme I feel like other man, haters at the sit block tryna layer run Put a javelin up but it's stuck in your odor, damn I'm getting swindled, I can't do speed rap, but I can make your lip rap I'm different dawg, yeah? Indifferentiate you I'm ignoring someone else that despise me They don't know I'm an 80 pounds of gorilla f** Chris, ain't bigger than it, I'm huge as Godzilla Droolin' flame to the glitz-and-glam It's like I'm getting my feet wet, look at that, 2 guys in a tuxedo are in demand Discard your self-esteem, man? I was ill-advised for guessing what's in your noddle Paralyzed for choosin' the f**in' options! Wash my eyes off, what the f** do I see it? Flood? While I was in the red hood with a dang good mood Ever since they booed, no longer food I could stood Same as noodle, beef burger, as if it's a voodoo Fiddle-diddle, I don't give a f**in' hoot Nurse a grudge, drudgery, stickin' my bucktooth on your livelihood All my sacrifices made me proselytized Hot and cold among the deep sea and devil In Arabic or in f**in' Pole, bug me out, b**h I'm the moon, being between sun or in Earth, but I'm just gonna shake it off And begin again from scratch, I'm so 22, I don't know I'm the one which you write on blank space, cla**ic? You're old-fashioned, fuddyduddy, I'll stab black widow in a back window Ho, from here to the Tokyo (Yo!) Work, f** love! I adore booty, ooh, “c*nt”roversion? Yup, girl You're chirpin' like blue bird in a f**in' dingy dirt Windpipe ache, um, used to get Charley Horse, now I got hoarsed Bridge's disease, COD, I don't need a doctor, motherf**er I just want you a nurse, f** you on the bedpan and slurp my co*k No, it was a bad plan! (Uh!) My heartbeat damn thumped, in a tanktop, I came hung f** Thom”a**”, lump, dumba** popped ‘em trunk ‘Cause I was throwin' a tantrum!