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Fuel [Remix]
- If I appalled ya yesteryear, I'll do it in '26 better
- When I beat everyone over the head with all 26 letters
- I'm only empty as deserts in bad haps, sad sack, gas cap's still maxed, Mav's pen is forever
- Pensively measured since sievin' 11 through pressures to blast back like the Feltonville wrecker
- Kaboomin' the place, oopsies, regroup from shockwaves
- Blew up the radius, politicians benefiting's like you with my name—
- 'Cause putting me on your album's like adding fuel to a flame;
- The maverick bull and the coin drop, can't handle this mechanical
- I jump and buck riders/writers off like a sniper blastin' mo' in Antelope;
- Than Joseph DeAngelo, 50 Cal is foreign/Californ', but I'm "serial taggin'" foes
- Put you on milk cartons for seeking, cottage cheese, expires in 3 weeks,
- Your fam sobs for days when they drop the case, like, it's hardly that deep jeez
- Your ménage is tripping, like Nicki, her fake ass out here sharting on TP
- She no longer hardens my peepee, snakes in our yard, get the weed eats;
- Charlie got sleeped like Cardi B, put a sass in charge and no VP;
- Like Minaj with her EP, JD? Wipe that used car salesman's cheesing,
- Off, Scott free for beaming, sorry... My anaconda's crocodile teary
- Grower not a shower, not a shower either but I'll wash you, I'm wreaking—
- Havoc on HVACS and I recharge like an EV, no Musk, your garbage ass reeking,
- My underarms are both squeaky ,clean, well oiled machine, *beep*
- My crude oil's rudeness, firing on all pistons, 'til the ignition coil's ruined
- Blowing fuel, you loiter useless, my motion's is employing movements
- They gassed me up so much that my writtens are causin' noise pollution
- Rhymes causing deafness, ink pens are the only time I'm unleaded
- I'll punch you in the face, no Volkswagen Beetle in sight I'm just reckless
- If I find you at a function, my brakes malfunctioned and can't decelerate
- Plough through all of you like a far right nut job to a protest parade
- You'd think this state my head's in crazy but meth ain't in my engine tank
- My vigor's range could tread terrain from rigid basins, desert plains and frigid 'scapes
- This is where my tenor's placed, in this decade—on lists they make, I separate, diff'rentiate best pen games
- I wouldn't even give up at a giveaway, turnin' over is the only time I'd pivot pace, why deliver haste
- Cut off, in a different lane, pass on like a shiv relayin', Chevrolet
- Nod in my hooptie revvin', layin' on the gas, like the devil's kale
- For'rd motion, I go slow when I'm runnin' on low, no low blows to others on the ropes
- Go home, lay low for a couple weeks or so, resuscitate once I've been stumblin' a flow
- Plug in to my wholeness, they're sucking out my soul, some gas guzzling ass hoes
- 'Cause my cerebrum's a mechanism, a vessel with vessels vested in beating effection
- Your's is vestigial in my vesicals that I'd vastly pee on your head with
- When I pass my seed to the next gen, I ain't doing Christmas trees with the presents
- Raise 'em hip hop, if they're Bad like Todd, then it'll be diesel they're gettin'
- What I mean's if they're reacting to a cold world then they need some perception—
- So I'll be putting Cole in their stockings, Jermaine could teach 'em a lesson
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