HI-DEAS 9
(专辑: Hideas: The Album - 2021)
Church Fuck being nice it didn't get me nowhere Except for sitting in a
room pulling out my own hair I
wonder why I
wasn't good enough to be treated fair Had some knives in my back but now they ain't there I
pulled 'em out, I
cleaned 'em off I
carved some names, I
bend the
blades Creeping on who stuck the
motherfucker there in the
first place So when I
stick it back in your head your rap name can be fuckface (Fuckface) I
replenished as an evil menace, out to make a
killing Destroying the
villains getting in my village Never think that you're motive for a
motherfucking minute I'ma end it like I
got a
new button on my britches Your future girlfriend already been my bitches There ain't another me and never will be bitches Who bitches more than bitches bitching 'bout my business The
bitches who hoe around and ain't about business Redneck kid on the
Facebook (Facebook) Now a
redneck boss with the
great hook Everybody mad claiming they're my old friends 'Cause they can't tag my face on the
Facebook (Woo) And I
got anger and this grave for days to lay to rest The
dangerous caucasian mess they wish they left alone 'Cause once I'm woke no bullet hole can stop the
flow They should already know Time and time again it's like a
neverending trebuchet They always throwing shots but every single one will ricochet And everyone you meet, half of them will end up being fake The
other half will pretend just to have a
safe space Yeah, won't you say it to my face book Yeah you're funny but not like Dane Cook Funny like a
30 year old with a
Tik Tok Tryna boost himself off killing at his fucking X-Box Eye brow plucking, nasty bitch fucking Dingaling sucking, beta male motherfucker I
wouldn't sweat you in the
summertime sunlight I'm a
rapper, you're a
cunt with a
mic playing Fortnite (Fortnite) Yeah, we are not alike (Not alike), why? I
got goals in life You're an Instagram model getting 140 likes On a
faggot ass pose only chicks make at night I'm a
Billboard charting (Chartin'), hit song writing (Writin') No match soaking wet, still make fire (Fire) Got plaques on my wall, my crib is getting cavities My teeth falling out 'cause my hard analogies Just click record on a
savage beat, I'll deliver that savagery I'll tear that bitch up like Carol Baskin versus Tiger King in a
boxing ring (Boxing ring) Everything I
withheld I'ma seal shut with a
thick bale Smoke a
thick bale then tip the
scales With the
amount of fucks that I'm about to not give There's a
drought coming so don't be standing in my field I'ma airstrike my own place to make a
hater heel I
don't care about the
money because my name is made of steel Look at what I've done saying fuck a
record deal I'm the
motherfucking man, I
don't even slip on banana peels The
door's closing for the
old me Bout of the
nice guy, he died tryna help see He gave and gave until his big heart sank I
ain't even really mad, I
just want to say thanks (Thanks) The
new me about to come storm y'all's banks Got a
mouth full of submarines, planes, and tanks I'ma lock on anybody with the
balls to face The
country rap king cobra with the
long ass fangs Church Creek Squad Motherfucker Yeah Church