Zachary Hill - Target lyrics

I check my YouTube, I have three subscribers
Draggin' your face on an iron
Slice it up like Michael Myers
I don’t give a shit if you like my music
I’m just too sick run you over with a Buick
My boy Tristan, he is hot
Cut your neck like Sweeney Todd
Take off that bikini top
Me still rapping is extremely odd
I be ridin' in a quad at rapping I am a god
Stop bein' a dickwad stop jerkin' your rod
I need Carson on the track
To show these fuckers how to rap
DOR was a mistake i’m finna shake and bake
Like Ricky Bobby
Got me screamin', "goddamnit!"
Like a controller, I’m finna slam it
On this fucker’s face his name is Camden

He’s my target with a bounty on his head
That’s what he gives to men
At least that’s what Johnny said
I’m finna call up Johnny Sins
'Cause I think that we are twins
I don’t know why but I take so many wins

I don’t take any L’s
If you think that then go to Hell
I’m finna ring the bell
Meanin' I will call your cell
I can do it by myself i don’t need any help
You know what? Just for that
I’m finna leave a bad review on Yelp
You can yell, but nobody will hear
If they ring my doorbell, then nobody is here
I’m draggin' you on the floor
Tryna get you passed the door
But you keep on screaming
So I had to do more
I grabbed my Glock and shot at your hips
I turned you into a vegetable crip
If you’re in a gang, then let the gun bang
Since I’m not
I’ll be sitting in my room eating chips