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This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area Who really wanna come fuck with the kid? Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid They be snake-discussin' the kid Shit, at least they discussin' the kid I'm disgusting as shit, low limits to the fucks I could give Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet It's like I've been through something with Syd, it's disruptive as shit All these functionless kids clickin' stuff to get lit I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard You don't really wanna see me get on my job Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad Lucky that you played out seven iPods 'Cause if you was more relevant, you might just get your head kicked in I'm ready as I ever been, my cock he be so elegant That college head on him were raised on New York City sediment Combined to make my "Suck my dick" sound so eloquent, uh I'm feelin' like AND1 hot sauce 'Fore you can say "Ayo," man's done got cross Long list of demands for the pop-off You'd be shocked what my thoughts cost, who wan' fuck with me? Who really wanna come fuck with the kid? SongtexteFeel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid They be snake-discussin' the kid Shit, at least they discussin' the kid I'm disgusting as shit, low limits to the fucks I could give Sometimes, wanna kill the Internet It's like I've been through something with Syd, it's disruptive as shit All these functionless kids clickin' stuff to get lit I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard You don't really wanna see me get on my job Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad Lucky that you played out seven iPods 2020, comin' forward, I need alimony I've been takin' care you kids, I need alimony Back and forth with the flows, I need paddle for me Chatter for me, gradually gettin' kinda louder for me Oh, God (Oh, God), what they wan' do? (What they wan' do?) I've been so charged (So charged), I've been going through it (I've been going through) I should send a postcard (Postcard) at the old dudes (At the old dudes) 'Cause I'm so far (So far) from how y'all move (From how y'all move) I'm from where they'll step on your neck just to get ahead of you My head gettin' too big, I can't even fit a schedule You can live online but that won't save you when the rent is due Gave myself a feature 'cause I be me 'fore I'm ever you Who really wanna come fuck with the kid? Feel like I'm God, put your trust in the kid They be snake-discussin' the kid Shit, at least they discussin' the kid I'm all grumpy and shit, bitch, get off my yard You don't really wanna see me get on my job Keep your voice down 'fore you set off my squad Lucky that you played out seven iPods Aus Songtexte Mania