Game Yonkers Freestyle Base
I'm a motherfucking father of faggots
Plus I'm a motherfucking bag it father
Plus I'm a f..cking faggot that f..cks your maths off
till I'm f..cking your asthma proper
And that's a drastic motherfucker karma so pop an acid
tap
Cause that's exactly let's hope that you f..cking
faggot, you punk
To the f..cking state on this cover by these f..cking
magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that
nothing matters
And you're wasted and smack the f..ck out Rihanna
Guess that's what you get for your slap persona
That's what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about
how much she wants to [moans]
I'm about to blow my motherfucking brains out
Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone
to f..cking listen
And this is pretty much the only way you'll pay
attention
Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think
about it?
Why just knock it off your rock and f..ckin' drink and
shout out
What's wrong with the world so you can learn some shit
you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music
Keep pumpin' your f..ckin' fist to this bullshit
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the f..ckin' law that shoot your
guns at
Cause you're the f..ckin' gangster you planned to be
aren't you?
It's f..ckin' dangerous and harmful for just one
statement of lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that's not gonna make us remorse