P∅17 - Supporters lyrics

Today, on the Roaster, I'm gonna make a twist. It's a movement with absolutely no purpose. I'm gonna list some people that I know Without further ado, let's start the show Up first, we got Craig, my f**ing YT He's putting pacifiers on all the Trump babies! Always at my side, like a running mate Like a wizard, he's never early, nor is he late! Next we got Mr. Thunder, AKA Connor He's balling like the Warriors, cuz his games are a yawner. MVP Awards are his only honor He's going off like Tony Parker, he's always sonner! Up next in line, we got Seffers He's so dope, but he ain't part of the methers He rocks the gold, with the DubNation Blue He ain't settling for a shot that's less than two Next we got a lady, her name is Kayla You can't a find a word to rhyme except her last name Taylor Got her boy Jaden, scaring her from behind Scratching her head, trying to figure out the cosine Now we got the smasher, his name is Kyle Climbing up the mountains 'till he high to the mile He's running, and shooting, and running, and cruisin' You ain't got him on your team, chances are you're losing Then there's Miss Buggie, AKA the Claire Cake's on the table? She ain't gonna share. For us, it's balling. For her, it's dancing She's a part of the family, but not Charles Manson's Last, but not least, we got Neonang Got a Youtube channel, she runs my train I got in a fight, she took away the refs whistle With her love, she stung him like a thistle.