Callout

Hey kids gimme all your fucking money Got a hundred macbooks and I swear I'm not a druggie I'm on that real shit now its time to get pissed If you get offended: fuck you, suck my dick These bitches say they got love for their fans But they’re fake and lie; it’s all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a goddamn fool if you trust a disguise Even Ronnie Radke talks shit on my instagram Gimme your IG so I can hit you with a mic stand Send me a letter about the guys that you blew And that faggot you buttfucked his name is Christopher Drew How can you talk down on your biggest fan Your career is on its way to the garbage can I'm a multitasking badass and you're a disgrace Watch me laughing my ass off while I'm pissing in your face Uh the ladies love me cause I always fuck em' good Flip 'em over do the tongue trick and treat 'em with the big dick My name is always in the headlines strirring up your kids minds Check it If you hate gang people you should get your ass beat You're a closed-minded faggot, bitch; kiss my feet I don't live for tomorrow and fuck for today I tried to pray to god but I'm too busy gettin paid These bitches say they got love for their fans But they’re fake and lie; it’s all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a goddamn fool if you trust a disguise These bitches say they got love for their fans But they’re fake and lie; it’s all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a goddamn fool if you trust a disguise Now that everybody knows, here we go; let the haters unfold Start a motherfucking riot; bitch, you love it and you can’t even deny it Fuck the world! Everyone sells meth Bitch, I never give a fuck about your problems; read a book and fucking solve 'em Cry a motherfucking river full of lies and get attention; it’s a pity party Eat my shit! And I’ll pretend to give a fuck about it Hey Westboro Baptist Fuck you too, come and protest this dick Faggots