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[Verse 1: KC 2.0]
Variety of society is finally aware
It's prime time of young adults, time to take it
The goal that is not a fan of racism, but I will let these timid turtles laughing in their faces finish line
No punch lines, stab lines of white girl sped on the scene of bad time and blood and rope twirls
Never been the Bodah so each time I cry myself to sleep
Today I'm feeling brave so I suggest you all say bye to me or maybe hide in me
Look up, let me get away, flying over bitches and niggas that didn't give a fuck till I was paid
Getting laid in the shade with some sick biggest shades
Sunset beachside sacrifices never made and fucks never gave
Box them up, poured from gas and scorched them using flames in the returner
Warm me up using the same flames, fully shot the grant, everlasting glories in my name, KC
Who's that? Who's that?
Don't know my verses, I didn't drop an album every year on purpose
When I do read the name remember it and learn it that is
If you wanna say you were one of the first to be aware of a prodigy and I missed dead
After February born with one kiss from the neutral gender demon that I'm with
It likes to climb trees, write songs and kill shit

[Verse 2: Pyramid Vritra]
I saw my appendages from tales of apprehension, down the fist of Jack and splice of black drawing with wrist slits
I hate my fucking life while I'm always too baked to listen to thoughts inside my head instead I focus on her lipstick
Now groupies intend to be the bitch that I'm with but they don't get shit but dick and then I fucking dip lit and split
Puking verses all this perked on wooden sticks, reader with that moaning raider garden then I'm out this bitch after all
She sees green when she's with the team sans leave
Thinking cause I fucked that we go flee the foreign shopping sprees
Jeez you must be out of your mind, we're blowing up like land mines, why you blowing us like wind shrines
Young Zephyr dressed homeless, rap special
Undressed her, bust on her and don't text her
So what's happening? Homey slightly angry cause his wifey love my mattresses
Just cause I arrange words that rhyme
Panty slime, slipping out of the seats beneath the panty line. Fifth Fesha long residency, yes we're excellent
Money coming like a baptist chant so I ain't stressing it
Fuck a burst collar, hers is drive up with the rest to it
We dig up all the rest of it and ship it off
Dark and tainted markets till we're trying to start
You got us caught bloody red handed in our fingers smell
Fuck the game of pussy slings, she's underage, leave her caged
That's my trophy bitch, spoiler like my daughter
Can of rear bumper sharpie names are doing the sprawler
Crumpets for the honeymooners, mooning all the pastures by uber high
Fondling the sky, on some from Lupe and Ye shit, I hate this