This gonna be a generic rappy rapper song
Because none of this matters, hah
And it brings me comfort to know
That numbers on a screen are
Gonna be insignificant one day
When we all die
My favorite part about rappin' is when
People think about CHRIST DILLINGER
(raccoonz, 緒にいるよ) yuh, huh, yuh, yuh, yuh
(I just don't give a fuck anymore, whatever)
Uh (Okay, okay, okay)

Ah, bitch, I am the shit (Yuh)
Walk around wit' a stick on my hip (Yuh)
I'm equipped, fuck a, then I dip woah, woah
You a lick got her leash on my wrist (Yuh)
Now she drink all my piss
Telling me I don't miss, woah, woah
Like MK, drinking the drink and I wobbly wop
(Yuh) call up the Gang and we mob at the top
No longer underground, stuck in a box (Yuh)
Don't even worry 'bout nonе of the opps
Nigga, you on a computer (yeah)
You wouldn't bе talking if you was a shooter
(yeah, yeah)
I cop me a 30, it's in yo' medulla
(yeah, yeah)
I don't make the music for normal consumers
(yeah, yeah)
Or parents, I can't appeal to the Karens
In fact, I don't think I could ever be PC
If you mad then go log off the PC
Big dog, you can't defeat me
I don't give a fuck, I'ma be me (Haha)
I don't give a fuck, I'ma be me
Regardless, I'm an artist
I'm retarded, go the hardest spittin' bars
And I'm 5'9" but walking like the largest
I'm the Sergeant, overlord, go the farthest
Ashing niggas spirit's on the carpet
Every day I'm feeling like a target
Carry weight, on some Tony Stark shit (yeah)

Fuck, brrt, fuck, brrt yeah
Alright, this is done, fuck rap