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Apologize to the game, I missed the invitation
Patience, sorry I was late
I was baking, skating
But I'm about to lambaste half your fanbase
Castrate your stutter from raps DNA
Dangerous, but to you I'm a stranger
I'm the strangler
Almost too late son, about to terminate
Schwarzeneggar doing to nae-nae
Its judgement day underway
I'm just playing, it's all fun in games
But it appears my ego is naked
Mistaken, reawakened
Work week starts on a Sunday
We want that record deal meal ticket to the buffet
Mother fucker we getting hungry
And only for beef that Grade-A
F*ck Charlemagne, your campaigns over
M & M's taste great, Skittle teeth who you trying to elevate
It's okay, it's all gravy
Grab a Kleenex on my way to Old Navy
Another PSA

We could trip half the game and they'd still blame a shoelace
They probably like who they
But the name in they mouth like touché
May we have your attention
This shit can go two ways
Prepare for Doomsday, grab a boogie board for the new wave
Like bitch, hip hip hoo-ray
Hip hip hip hip hoo-ray
Yeah bitch hip hip hoo-ray, it's the new wave

They think they running a game, I can give 'em some air quotes
Speed limits placed on they leg bones, stripshow
Let's see them bare bones
Throwing thirty day old tomatoes at them and they plain hoe at they show
Brand new lazy like same 'ole
Outdated trapping like payphones
Superman wouldn't use 'em to change clothes
We can suit up, you can sit the down yo
Bragging like the cake stole
As if a fat kid sparing plates though
Pray at home on Sunday cause the bank closed
What the f*ck does that even mean though
Working too much but we don't care no
Do whatever to take the pesos
Even tell a gay joke? If it gets a chuckle out of Stamos
Shit is all bueno
Still hate all you fake hoes
Marry the game what if she J Lo
Scapegoat, collecting rings and some chains, dope
Y'all can stay broke
My cage broke
The main goal
Out your comprehension like the homie Plato
I need more than rims covered in mustard and mayo
Y'all should see what we make next with this Play-Doh

We could trip half the game and they'd still blame a shoelace
They probably like who they
But the name in they mouth like touché
May we have your attention
This shit can go two ways
Prepare for Doomsday, grab a boogie board for the new wave
Like bitch, hip hip hoo-ray
Hip hip hip hip hoo-ray
Yeah bitch hip hip hoo-ray, it's the new wave

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