my favorite genre post-hardcore

[Intro]
(Yo)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Stop right there, it's him)
(Rachel, it's me)
Uh-huh (Rachel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo, azul)

[Verse 1]
Choppa hold a hundred rounds
I'ma walk into the White House, swear to God, I'ma air that bitch out
Fuck them lil' feds if they lookin' for me, you can tell 'em, "Figure that shit out"
Why everybody so Nazi?
I bet they do not act like that outside, if they did, I know no one could stop me
Only reason I get mad on Twitter 'cause I cannot kill 'em through the screen
I'm tryna walk into somebody's house that I do not know to hear 'em scream
Yeah, I'm so motherfuckin' emo, lil' bitch, 'cause I really love it when I bleed
Yeah, I'm so motherfuckin' emo, lil' bitch, 'cause I really love it when I scream

[Chorus]
Oh, my favorite genre post-hardcore
Fuck is you doin'? Get a job, dork
Fuck is you doin'? Get some bread, ho
How this bitch get inside my head, ho?
Fuck I look like tryna talk, ho?
Get off my dick, get a job, ho
Like, get off my dick, that shit dead, bitch

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I spent a couple racks ripping packs
Ain't give a fuck, I'll just get it back
When that motherfucker pull ass, I be mad
How the fuck I ain't get a hit in ten packs?
How the fuck he get hit? He keep a 10 packed
I don't fuck with the CIA, they get licked
I just might send them hoes my hitlist
In an envelope with a Ricin pack
Glitter bomb full of anthrax
Everybody in that ho finna die
Bomb strapped to his body, he dyin' (Oh, shit)

[Chorus]
Oh, my favorite genre post-hardcore
Fuck is you doin'? Get a job, dork
Fuck is you doin'? Get some bread, ho
How this bitch get inside my head, ho?
Fuck I look like tryna talk, ho?
Get off my dick, get a job, ho
Like, get off my dick, that shit dead, bitch

[Outro]
(Rachel, it's me)
(Rachel)
Like, get off my dick, that shit dead, bitch