Defunct Page, The Wanted, Autotumor - Destruction lyrics
[Defunct Page, The Wanted, Autotumor - Destruction lyrics]
Now I'm dropping bodies like I'm Gambino
Stab him in the throat
Golden Bonus out my bro twist his nerves
Twisted curves
I'm so sick I just blistered birds
Donald Trump assassination
He just ate a giant dick
Clinton ain't got shit on me but
I don't give a fucking shit
But that ain’t it
I’ve been here before and I know
Y’all ain’t through with it that’s ill
Like when Jack and Jill went up a hill
Screw Dr phil
He ain’t get Trump to stop popping pills
I’m done lies? Man I ain’t got none
I’m honest Abe
And honestly white girls should
Stop saying bae it’s dead
Like Rudy Giuliani on his death bed ayyy
Greatest motherfuckers no others
Like us don't bother
But we don’t want y’all to
Listen to our songs and
Fuck us up with lawsuit's
This shit just killing motherfuckers
Killing motherfuckers
Deal with it you drug addicts
My team made the meme game
And you all know it but now we serious
It looks like we ain't delirious
Time to Kill Bill for us no more freestyles
Time to free my friend Kyle
He been wanted and they took him away
Oh wait, he just recorded the hook today
Ohhh
I do not know can I rap hoes?
Yes I can new member of the Meme Team
We the ‘17 Dream Team so wiggity wack
You bigotry acts
I’m new to this, so screw what you think
Wanted for charges of lyrical destruction
So call my Political Incorrectness
A lyrical obstruction i’m going over y’all
So I’m killing all the conjunctions
Lemme function you obstructions
You done son
You, 0, Me, 1
The bonus is golden the mountains are folded
The sands have eroded snitches
Are witches that get stitches
From switches what else do I have to say?
Will you learn today?
Touché sir but you should go down
This road, slow down
If you go too fast the cops gon’ track
You down and you'll be going out
I produce better than I rap
But that's some high standards
No dumb stuff here man
I ain't no Ned Flanders
Double syllable here man
I'm a troubled, killable, feared man
Nothing dumb here, no clown clans
That October was bad, that
November even worse, man
Greatest motherfuckers no others
Like us don't bother
Peyton sinned and gets no lovers
But, I don't want to know who you are but you
Should not fuck with us, you'll
Regret it little shit
Deal with it chicken shit I can hit off with
Ya girl and leave you in the dust
Don’t fuck with us don’t fuck with us
Don’t fuck with us now that’s it for you
So fuck you