Bruce Jenner

(album: King Me - 2015)

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

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 [?] your favorite rappers
Tell me that I never had a struggle
And I'll proceed to tell you that a pair of [?] juggled
And tell me that the game seems to really be in trouble
And I will say, "Don't worry hunny I'm not in [?] "

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

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

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 [?] 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

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

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