Pollorique - Elliot Rodger lyrics

Shout-out to Elliot Rodger, man. I miss you bro I love you bro, we need you man Beta uprising now, man f** all these b**h a** normies, man, you feel what the f** I'm saying n***a? I'm browsing 4chan everyday, n***a I wanna s** Elliot Rodger's dick though, like no h*mo, no h*mo [Hook: Jago Bando] [x2] Young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger Young, young, young, young Young n***a Elliot Rodger Young n***a Elliot Rodger [Verse: Jago Bando] Pull up in a Elliot Rodger All my n***as Elliot Rodger We hoppin' out Elliot Rodger We swervin' off Elliot Rodger We poppin' out Elliot Rodger My n***as say Rodger, I'm callling the doctor, I did nothing your honor I got that Rodger on me, I got that choppa on me, my shooters they k**ing for free Just watch n***a and you gon' see, Imma be on your TV, I'm on a k**ing spree I f**ed her father, I k**ed his daughter, call me Elliot Rodger Ima shoot up a school, run up on 'em, act a fool, they think that I'm Tom Cruise But b**h I'm Rodger with that tool [Interlude: Elliot Rodger] I don't know what you don't see in me, I'm the perfect guy, and yet you throw yourselves at these obnoxious men. Instead of me, the supreme gentlemen. I will punish all of you for it [Interlude Continued: Jago Bando] I miss my bro Elliot Rodger, man, for real though Six hunnid gang, we out here, man, Big Gucci gang Shoutout to Big Gucci Denze, man That feeling when no cute Asian girlfriend, man I'm on 4chan every day man, you know what I'm saying? [Hook: Jago Bando] [Verse: Pollorique] Doom, doom, doom I'm late for school My teacher be tripping I'm not in the mood All in that Jeffrey I'm feeling good, attitude is kinda rude Pull up a mac, boom boom boom Got some n***as on crack, Hollywood I swing on a b**h, Tiger Woods Elliot like a n***a should Shoot up a b**h, block a b**h You ain't giving that p**y, then f** a b**h Boom boom boom boom s**a b**h I shoot up a school, Rodger b**h Never running for school, college sh** Pull up a nine & I'm gone Elliot, this is your song Beat up that p**y like King Kong Catching bodies, Hong Kong I shoot these n***as then I'm gone I shoot these n***as then I'm gone [Interlude: Elliot Rodger] I will slaughter every spoiled, stuck-up blonde s*ut I see inside there. All those girls I've desired so much. They would have all rejected me and looked down upon me as an inferior man [Hook: Jago Bando]