Fucking [Redacted] (5/6/22) Lyrics

She called me a fucking Jew

I said "Bitch, your problem is you"

Yeah bitch, I'm talking to you

I'm over it like walking flu

She called me a fucking Jew

I said "Bitch, your problem is you"

Yeah bitch, I'm talking to you

I'm over it like walking flu

What would Joaquin do?

Phoenix

No, it's Gary, your other son

Dead body, bloody cummerbund

Get off my Johnson

I'm a Prodigy like Albert Johnson

Come on slide the fader

Foul line to foul line like Harrison Bader

Ay, I'm in the North Bay like Najee

Harris with your parents and some brother named Haji

I'm so damn me

My dick could be a stuntman for Joel Embiid

The rap Lord Alfred Hayes

Helicopter propeller hanging off my waste

Colder than Jack trying to walk the maze

The mic shining and it ain't even the height of my fame

I'm saying, it goes for One for the money

Two for the show, Three for the fat snow bunny

Four for the chocolate factory

I beat you have to death with a zip lock of daquiri

Yeah, that's right baby

Yeah, that's right baby

Yeah, that's right baby

Yeah, that's right baby

Too many girlfriends have passed away

I got they pictures in my room, and yes, I jack my thang

I jerk off to my dead exes

Except for the one with the Lexus in Texas

Cuz her teeth were too white

Too straight, I didn't think that shit was too tight

Oh my bad, that bitch still alive?

Never mind, back to the grind

Fuck a rap imposter

Six-hundred-pound broad, I might accost her

Whoops, I misspelled kidnap

Matter of fact, I'll take four like a Kit-Kat

(Four, take four like a Kit-Kat)

Yeah, that's right baby

Yeah, that's right baby

Yeah, that's right baby

Yeah, that's right baby