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F.D.R
- Ay, this magazine don’t come from a hard disk, when I reload the MAC it’s cause of the cartridge
- So I can unplug the targets, meaning when you spillin’ ideas from your conscience
- Then ain’t no one’s mind blown except yours, after these slug departures
- Look in the barrel and now you a carcass, I’m clickin’ off rounds and you know that the shots hit
- You put your head on men’s bottles, this ain’t the bar, space out like you finna login/log in
- Cause goin’ down’s/Down’s what your noggin does, and you can say it’s cap, but I’m still headin’ up regardless
- When those cucks get exposed, they’re stuck on the road and start bluffin’ and stutterin’ though
- You bowed out and said you were done with the show, then came back cause you wanted the smoke
- Claim you got bucks, well I’m huntin’ for those/does, what I’m saying’s you suck, well sometimes you blow
- Pennies, I mean penis, but/butt you should know, it’s stag/staggerin’ how straight I am, run with a pole
- So I can go North and then hunt when it’s cold, your pole can’t go north and that’s cause it’s a chode
- You like spamming the Explore Section over and over cause your own spam gives you a boner?
- If the mods come back, your account ain’t gonna make it to see the tulips growin’
- You boutta get ran over like a lawnmower, so what you writing notes for
- You already signed up to be an organ doner, all I did was make the date closer
- Which is a good thing since you got nobody to provide closure
- It’s a New Deal, I’m like FDR, making headlines in the fuckin’ NPR
- Don’t need a leg up in order to get rearmed, that’s cause yo mama kept me hard
- Spam and bullshit fillin’ next week’s charts cause of last week, those are empty props
- We Explorecuck your bitch shit with real facts like the big boys makin’ this a pet free yard
- Writers feeling big emotions when they’re demoted, but don’t be hopeless
- I’m leadin’ y’all out of Egypt cause I’m Moses, they destroyed all our work though since
- Satan is their focus, evil is their motive and impressin’ the Devil’s what their goal is
- But they didn’t know I have a bonus, and said oh shit, like their diarrhea’s explosive
- Opps don’t have any talent so they have to imagine, their lies are rampant
- X Factor so big we need admins, if your group has 6 members it doesn’t need staff bitch
- But your members already takin’ staffs in their back end, I’m turning the KKKK into a salad
- Cause they’ll all be vegetables, while yo fam is, running to the scene askin’ what the fuck just happened
- Except yo mama since she givin’ the whole crew head like she’s cabbage
- Kalli is a gayness sniper, KO is barely a writer, KeyJ and kunta have gross desires
- “Solo” is ironic cause she’s been on every team like motherfuckin’ John Tyler
- I bring the fire, and you’re just a spider who was too dumb to see what the signs were
- I built a prop empire and did things no one’s ever seen before, no liar
- You’re a fraud, in case you wanna know how you and rest of the opps got dropped
- Boutta slice, I’m divine, and that’s why I deserve medals and a shrine
- You aren’t built with what I’m built with, that’s why I shift the haters into Arctic illness
- Don’t throw a tantrum now, you didn’t pack enough bandages in your bandage pouch
- To patch your wounds, too late, you crash landed so you crashin’ out
- Gimme a bottle of EJ, I bring the heat and I don’t have to delay, wash the Ks with no relay
- It’s easy, so don’t expect no mercy, I’m dropping bombs like Uncle Fergy
- (Outro)
- Uh, fuck the haters
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