Wanna Start

Hook: (x2)

Troll trynna start
On the floor, break apart
Getting stabbed, it is sharp
Put the bag in the cart
You a faggot like in larp
Break your rapping into parts
Entirely made of lard
You soft and I'm going hard

Verse:

What you gonna do
Wouldn’t wanna have a conversation with you or martin buu, who (boo hoo)
Do you think you are, drive your car off a bridge, can't be like a rubiks cube
Got my arm on the switch you better make your fucking move
Can't go to the left. Right brothers? ‘voiding death?
But you can’t even get first in a battle? You out of breath
Even under ground elevators unblocking galumphing trolls don't even see you on that do you wanna bet?
In your ways you always set
Even if you're incorrect
When a fucker went and said
I'm a god, shake my head
I'm bouta start a fucking set
“Man you so fucking correct
I don't believe the shit he said”
When I shoot em in the head
Autism? Racism? You say I'm, in systems
Even with definitions you still say I'm bitchin
You going like backidibackidi but it be Portuguese so fine?
Fucking done, that’s what you will get for fucking with vista

Hook: (x2)

Troll trynna start
On the floor, break apart
Getting stabbed, it is sharp
Put the bag in the cart
You a faggot like in larp
Break your rapping into parts
Entirely made of lard
You soft and I’m going hard