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Bananas
- (Verse 1)
- Yo, shoutout and
- hello to my fanbase
- Throw up your hands because
- I'm about to go on a rampage
- And blowing up mansions
- over and over and over again
- I'm going bananas.
- The rage you know that I've had like MR Rager
- Murder I wrote on the damn page
- You know that I can't take one more of you clowns
- Getting cocky. Someone diss me
- I'll cut their throat open and
- Send them home to a whole other planet
- Start throwing a tantrum
- Because I got a temper that I can't control so I let it
- Take me over, GODDAMNIT!!!!
- I yell until I get strep throat and start to choke on a Danish
- Yeah. If you were my ultimate weapon, Ame
- You won't do the damage
- I hope I get madder
- It don't even matter
- I'm holding the pencil like a knife
- Stabbing these words until there's holes in my lyrics
- So call me John Wick
- I don't give a damn, bitch
- You know I'm the man
- I'll decapitate everyone, throw all your heads in a trash can
- Set it on fire and watch as the smoke turns to ashes
- Roasting with matches
- Bologna... Sandwich
- I'm loaded, the ammo is the pencil I hold in my hand
- Until I start to throw shit like daggers
- And kill everyone shoving ropes up their asses
- You know what my plan is?
- To do crippling damage
- Until I'm getting all F's on infinite campus
- Mentally messed up sick in the head beating the shit out of speds
- Never getting accepted with the exception of me
- Never giving a damn, because I physically can't
- Bitch I'm the man, getting rid of you and what did you expect?
- Me getting possessed by the devil so I rip this to shreds
- Fuck your girl, enter and exit but if I hit it, then it was on camera
- Should've been taking shots at Semi instead if I'm repetitive
- Then welcome to the X factor. Now get to kitchen where you belong
- And fix me a sandwich and if it has lettuce
- Then GKTrills is the ham because I spilled his
- Intestines on the ground with an ice pick and machete.
- And now we better get him a medic
- Because his blood is everywhere. This is a mess
- Fuck it. I want my enemies dead
- And I'll keep picking on Spedstar. Nigga, you're next.
- I'll kill them myself, hell in my head so I will not regret it
- Shit in and piss on their caskets. They get no respect
- I've been put to tests so bitches don't test me
- I'm lyrically deadlier than any of you so
- I will throw hatchets at pedestrians just for fun
- Juggling chainsaws. Money is cakewalk
- And I'm rolling the dough
- That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about when I say I'm getting the bread
- Dissing my friends or me is imminent death. If I'm a threat
- Then bullets hit your chest ripping your vest in half
- Living it west east coast though liberty bless
- Your disses are shit. I shit on your disses
- Since I can bet you'd rather not get off my dick.
- My knife I stick in your neck until you're choking on the tip
- Losing oxygen and your breath
- Yeah. I'm in this shit with GenX
- And in my defense
- (Verse 2)
- It's not our fault that we just wanna win the Powerball
- I drank so much fucking alcohol last night that I almost didn't notice
- Rapstar's blood all over my shower wall.
- If you ever caught it off the bat, it'd be a foul ball
- Can't take me down and y'all I will devour all of you
- Until the outer on fire already tower walls
- Start to come down and fall like a house of cards
- I know how to call you out in songs
- Until there's a cloud over your head, because you pout and stall
- In a crowded mall.
- (Verse 3)
- It's to clear the air:
- Lyrically, we're prepared
- To make you cower in fear and tear the interior of
- All the queers in here
- Yeah, beard is weird
- But to go to war, we're not scared
- (Verse 4) [Fast Part]
- Lyrically killing everyone until
- I get tired of murder. Mentally ill
- But bitch am still so sick with the skill
- That I've made people bend to my will
- Shit on for real. In this diss I wield dual mini guns
- Wait that's just Big Gunna Will
- Like bitch, be for real
- Satan has been given the wheel so the rims even feel like they're on fire
- I'm burning rubber in a fifty yard field
- Lilbangbanggrillz can't pay his bills
- Off of one song, I'm getting a mil
- And this is the deal
- And I like to fuck redheads at Beverly hills
- Let me cook, ain't fixing a meal
- But I did say I'd grill
- Goosebumps, now you're spine is getting a chill.
- Insidious, spitting this shit until my lips hurt but yes I am
- Have been and I will forever and always
- Be a villain that's evil...
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