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Lyricist: TM
Lyrics:
Intrusive I am nonchalant to the bullshit (yeah) Yes, all my thoughts are intrusive So don't make me do it (do it) Head's roll, bodies rock Gettin' right, new body from the body shop You make me kill you, get your body chopped We took some shrooms and went out to a party (party) Had to calm the trip so I took a bit of Molly (molly) Eyes blessid, throat cut Skinny bitch, no butt I'm only here to smoke more blunts! And spit on racist cunts Mom, if you hear this I'm sorry I like puttin' on my makeup, ready to slash throats Chokin' bitches out with spiked chains and rope She said, 'Rico, what do I do?' I said, 'UwU' Oh, I wade in perfume that good dope You can get head like a Luci and get smoked Black, punk, rock star, b- Oh my God You bitches suck (We interrupt this broadcast) That's it, you bitches suck When I speak, I give 'em gems Cut him off, I took his limbs Peanut butter seats in a new BM Told her 'Fuck off, bitch, we cannot be friends' When it come to a man (ew) I could never depend Bitch, go drown I'm jumping in the deep end, I ain't see shit I'm your favorite rapper, favorite rapper, know you peeped it You can keep your compliments, my confidence don't need it Took my flow, and used it, bro, you might as well just keep it You bitches suck (We interrupt this broadcast) That's it, you bitches suck That's it
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