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[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]

One two, one two, uh

One two, one two, uh

One two, one two

Pussy

Pussy boy

One two, one two, uh

One two, one two, uh

One two, one two, uh

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]

Nasty with this wrist, I got no competition

Great at talking shit like I'm a politician

Nationwide ain't on your side, I'm unforgiving

I make 'em pay for all these hits like they ain't got collision (Get over here!)

Sniper Wolf, I hit these copies with precision (*gunshots*)

Peter Bucking niggas 'til they find this new religion

I'm that black man that made your daughter hate tradition

She bought me Magnums, then I tag her with some new positions

I got no head on me, niggas ain't ahead of me

Hit your wifey doggystyle, my special move, the pedigree

I'm Stone Cold with this recipe, I cook these niggas breakfast, B

Llama like spit like Tempa T, how dare these niggas step to me

Fuck them cause they not my team

Hella dollars, no receipts

All this cake up on her face, like damn maybe its Maybelline

All this talk about my race, I brush that shit off gracefully

Short stroking niggas from the burbs got so much hate for me (Finish him!)

First you was a rapper, then you was a trapper

Then you was a punk kid, I guess you just an actor

Niggas getting mixed up in some shit they never mastered

I don't give a fuck about Mo or your grandma

Scrapers tryna' buck, they getting dragged by they antlers

I ain’t talking labor when I say I got the hammer

Shane Smith saying that he knows me, not true

The papers said I can't hit *bleep*, nigga, not you

Niggas want war, but filing orders for peace (*bleep*)

I'm running with the squad, while you run to police (*bleep*)

Acting out on Twitter just gon' get you deceased (*bleep*)

While I smoke your daddy's ashes

Out my FAFSA receipts, nigga

[Interlude: Freaky]

Naa'mean

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, yeah, okay, ahem

[Verse 2: Freaky]

On the mic

Make you think twice

On stage, you think it's a magic mic

Way I take layers off

I'm from where the moon and water came from

Build relations to the sun

Wake up, smell the concrete when the rain's done

Hungry, but I need ganja before bacon

Give my girl that brown sugar, I'm Sanaa Lathan (FINISH HIM)

I got shit to say, Nathan

Just know that the style is ancient

Wise men told me never get your hopes up for Pitchfork

I make sure to scratch and sniff my ass around rich folk

Separate the white from the egg yolk

Kush and orange juice over French toast

Been a goat, tenfold

Down the rabbit hole with Drano

If you ain't know

On the mic, most you no bueno

I been spittin', pukin' on myself since a day one

Chewing on my favorite color crayon

Free Desean

(Prepare to die!)