Listen bruh, you ain't got no skills
You don't know where you heading you minus would be road kill, words from the truth itlll make your bones chill, hold still
You old hillbillies aint from around here.
So don't be trying to give me a pound when you see me,
I'll shut you down no peace see when that mac crashes
Through your window I'm xP little fucks given to my enemies
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