Bitch I'm cold
I ain’t talking born sinner
Turn these fuckers in the game into girls, Bruce Jenner
Watch me getting fat, while all my haters out are getting thinner
Watch him 'nade it while I turn into a motherfucking winner
[Verse 1: Josh A]
Worst white rapper but I swear I'll kill the game
I've been in this shit too long so I swear I'll leave a stain
I've been in this shit for greatness, motherfuck all the fame
My attempt in the game to defy all your brains
Your flow is so asthmatic, your flow is too damn temporary
And everything you do can never even fucking scare me
I've been through hell and back and asked the devil if it hurt
If it hurt when he fell from heaven (Hahahaha)
It's that shit to make you contemplate a thugs fear
It's that shit to make your penis shed a thug tear
It's that shit to make you run a marathon backwards and while your at it steal a car and bump your favorite rappers
Tell me that I never had a struggle
And I'll proceed to tell you that a pair of paraplegic juggled
And tell me that the game seems to really be in trouble
And I will say, "Don't worry honey I'm not in muggle"
[Hook x2: Josh A]
Bitch I'm cold
I ain’t talking born sinner
Turn these fuckers in the game into girls, Bruce Jenner
Watch me getting fat, while all my haters out are getting thinner
Watch him 'nade it while I turn into a motherfucking winner
[Verse 2: Josh A]
Alright, I'm whiter than a family vacation but I'm a kill you though
I've [?] flow
Writing 'till my fingers like a [?]
The day I drop my album and I'm still writing songs
Confessing on the track I guess I'm writing all my wrongs
And I don't do drugs on that D-A-R-E
I try to give a fuck but I lost all of my car keys
Give me the fucking keys, you fucking cocksucking motherfucker. Aaarrrghh
Knock it off
I see these white rappers who are working on their come up
But they better watch their backs because I'm giving them the run up
I've been writing 'till the sunup
I've been sitting, hoping, praying that they fuck up just like all the fans of Nascar
These rappers spitting simple and they're claiming that they rap hard
Claiming that they're clever
But their flow is so sever
Rapping over beats that I can really kill better
All their shit is this week but my shit is for forever
[Hook x2: Josh A]
Bitch I'm cold
I ain’t talking born sinner
Turn these fuckers in the game into girls, Bruce Jenner
Watch me getting fat, while all my haters out are getting thinner
Watch him 'nade it while I turn into a motherfucking winner
[Hook: Josh A] Bitch I'm cold I ain’t talking born sinner Turn these fuckers in the game into girls, Bruce Jenner Watch me getting fat, while all my haters out are getting thinner Watch him 'nade it while I turn into a motherfucking winner [Verse 1: Josh A] Worst white rapper but I swear I'll kill the game I've been in this shit too long so I swear I'll leave a stain I've been in this shit for greatness, motherfuck all the fame My attempt in the game to defy all your brains Your flow is so asthmatic, your flow is too damn temporary And everything you do can never even fucking scare me I've been through hell and back and asked the devil if it hurt If it hurt when he fell from heaven (Hahahaha) It's that shit to make you contemplate a thugs fear It's that shit to make your penis shed a thug tear It's that shit to make you run a marathon backwards and while your at it steal a car and bump your favorite rappers Tell me that I never had a struggle And I'll proceed to tell you that a pair of paraplegic juggled And tell me that the game seems to really be in trouble And I will say, "Don't worry honey I'm not in muggle" [Hook x2: Josh A] Bitch I'm cold I ain’t talking born sinner Turn these fuckers in the game into girls, Bruce Jenner Watch me getting fat, while all my haters out are getting thinner Watch him 'nade it while I turn into a motherfucking winner [Verse 2: Josh A] Alright, I'm whiter than a family vacation but I'm a kill you though I've [?] flow Writing 'till my fingers like a [?] The day I drop my album and I'm still writing songs Confessing on the track I guess I'm writing all my wrongs And I don't do drugs on that D-A-R-E I try to give a fuck but I lost all of my car keys Give me the fucking keys, you fucking cocksucking motherfucker. Aaarrrghh Knock it off I see these white rappers who are working on their come up But they better watch their backs because I'm giving them the run up I've been writing 'till the sunup I've been sitting, hoping, praying that they fuck up just like all the fans of Nascar These rappers spitting simple and they're claiming that they rap hard Claiming that they're clever But their flow is so sever Rapping over beats that I can really kill better All their shit is this week but my shit is for forever [Hook x2: Josh A] Bitch I'm cold I ain’t talking born sinner Turn these fuckers in the game into girls, Bruce Jenner Watch me getting fat, while all my haters out are getting thinner Watch him 'nade it while I turn into a motherfucking winner Explain Request ×
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