Some say BHM is sh** cuz' we faked it
But I say y'all f**a's retarded cuz we made it
Beat your a** with a bat, b**h hit the pavement
Teach you for pullin' on my block b**h, I got no patience
Fake b**h, pull up bruh, run up on some Haitians
Flow fatter than my ego and my ego is bipolar so
And I'm a psycho on that microphone
Throw you on the ground, then I beat you with a traffic-cone
Yung Brodog runnin' the show, go f** your ugly hoe
Can't touch a motha f**a' when they sittin' in their zone
Fantano ain't got sh** on this BHM rap clique
sh** music don't exist, if it did then I'd create it
Distort my f**in' vocals like my name was Adalwolf
I don't give a f**, k** the flow like an overdose
My lyrics give you cancer, I was diagnosed
f** I don't remember sh**, all I know is my nose is full of coke
And if a b**h snitch, then I cut throat
Y'all motha f**as' trippin like when I jump rope
Yo man I don't know, I don't think I got any hope
Might as well write this note before I hang from a rope
Write this down, here's a f**in' quote
Yung Brodog is a f*ggot and Gucci Mane is the greatest, yo
‘Dro smoked and I'm doped up
What the f** man, I choked up
I guess I don't got enough enough in me to follow up
Kick it back to the Brodog flow
Gucci bro, steal a b**hes purse with an arrow yo
I'm swimmin' in the p**y, bro
Have you seen my nose? Gets me stupid hoes
But you know what? I'm a f**in' joke
f** this track, I'm done
Where's the f**in' hash at?
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