Zachary Hill, Yesify - Target (Remix) lyrics
[Zachary Hill, Yesify - Target Remix lyrics]
I check my YouTube, I have 18 subscribers
I’m the one your moms admire
Slice your face like Michael Myers
I don’t give a shit if
You don’t like my music i’m just too sick
I don’t mean to do it
(Speed it up a little bit)
I got a bounty on somebody, he’s my target
He does the opposite of munch on carpet
I wish he would sell his body
Up on the black market
He’s so gay that he shops at Target
I don’t even mean to be mean
But that’s just me i’m obscene
I will never have a rap that’s clеan
I can rap in reverse things gеt worse
Trust me, homie, you will never be first
You won’t even get a fuckin' medal
Step on the pedal and meet the fuckin' devil
Don’t be gentle 'cause it wasn’t accidental
Bitch, I’m burnin' like a fuckin tea kettle
This rap is just experimental
If I hear a good instrumental
I’ll rap over that bitch, call it a day
Don’t take seriously a word that I say
Do you know? Yeah I don’t even know, like
Can you shut the fuck up? Like, actually
I’m tryna listen to this song
New Zachary track
Are you fuckin' high right now?
Is that Yesify? Shh
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
Guys, shut the fuck up
Yo, Zac, let me hop on the track
Back like I never left the scene
Lights, camera, action, you know what I mean
Chillin' with my mama while
She bumpin' Joelean
I sip reality, and they pour lean
Dope life, but I never been a fein
Just a weird kid a dream
But the bedroom raps require no caps
I been running laps, I been stuck in the past
Take a line from the drafts
And build my mind craft call me Steve
I'm the kid that they never believed
I was teased and conditioned
With a heart disease
Let's go, I ain't playin' around
Sayin' that I'm lost
But I think that I'm found
Make one move, I'ma knock you down
School shooter I'ma lock it down
I’m the one your moms admire
Slice your face like Michael Myers
I don’t give a shit if
You don’t like my music i’m just too sick
I don’t mean to do it
(Speed it up a little bit)
I got a bounty on somebody, he’s my target
He does the opposite of munch on carpet
I wish he would sell his body
Up on the black market
He’s so gay that he shops at Target
I don’t even mean to be mean
But that’s just me i’m obscene
I will never have a rap that’s clеan
I can rap in reverse things gеt worse
Trust me, homie, you will never be first
You won’t even get a fuckin' medal
Step on the pedal and meet the fuckin' devil
Don’t be gentle 'cause it wasn’t accidental
Bitch, I’m burnin' like a fuckin tea kettle
This rap is just experimental
If I hear a good instrumental
I’ll rap over that bitch, call it a day
Don’t take seriously a word that I say
Do you know? Yeah I don’t even know, like
Can you shut the fuck up? Like, actually
I’m tryna listen to this song
New Zachary track
Are you fuckin' high right now?
Is that Yesify? Shh
Be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
Guys, shut the fuck up
Yo, Zac, let me hop on the track
Back like I never left the scene
Lights, camera, action, you know what I mean
Chillin' with my mama while
She bumpin' Joelean
I sip reality, and they pour lean
Dope life, but I never been a fein
Just a weird kid a dream
But the bedroom raps require no caps
I been running laps, I been stuck in the past
Take a line from the drafts
And build my mind craft call me Steve
I'm the kid that they never believed
I was teased and conditioned
With a heart disease
Let's go, I ain't playin' around
Sayin' that I'm lost
But I think that I'm found
Make one move, I'ma knock you down
School shooter I'ma lock it down