Death

[Intro]
Gather around (Real christian rap is back)
Yeah, real rapper-rap, real rap attack (For the kids, come around)
Real rapper-rap, put the rapper-rap
Put a rapper at, put a rapper-rap around (Real christian nigga)
You already know what time it is nigga, big rap
Yeah, big rap
Hold on, hold on, hold on

[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me (You is a fool of gimmicks)
You don't like my friends (True), you don't like my crew (You is a fool of gimmicks)
You don't like who I be around, you don't like who I manuever
You don't like how I do myself, you don't like how I be myself
You don't like how I be myself, you don't like how I be myself
You don't likе how I be myself, you don't like how I bе myself, yeah

[Verse]
Wait, I gotta rap again, rap again and fricka-fricka, fack-a-fend
The facts again, my fuckin' cock in your mouth
I'll slap you with my penis if your stalling out, uh
I'll slap a dude with my cock, slap you with my cock real hard
And my hair blue, and them niggas don't know what to do, matter fact—ugh!
Fuck yo' life, nigga, uh
Fuck yo' life, nigga, uh
Fuck yo' life, nigga, uh
Fuck yo' life, nigga, uh