Rap (sped up)
PSB
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I'm PSB the rapper and I talk really fast Can you write this shit down No you probably can't Good Luck Genius I drive a Ferrari And I wear the Armani When I go outside the paparazzi is there looking for me I run and I hide and I wear a raincoat when I'm inside Drip too hard don't stand too close I'll prolly punch you That bitch a munch Yeah she a baddie but I aint feelin her Let's face the facts if I start talking about my feelings You will prolly turn this shit off That's why rappers like me hide behind The money, the bitches, the clothes, the hoe's The manicured, pedicured toes She staring at my wrist, rollie I'm staring at her chest, titties Itty bitty committee J's on my feet J's in my nose I got a song in my head I'll tell you how it goes (Yiiiarrgghhh) Hennessy, hennessy, hennessy Let me smash in the back of the focus You said your gonna deck me I'm still waiting I'll send you some balls in the mail From a male Hail falls from the sky I drink it Christmas came early so deck the halls with percs and molly On the first day of Christmas your true love said to me Please object to my wedding Rsvp in the mail PSB is a male Thirty for thirty VIP sale You're acting like a female A bitch, a whore, a slut, a this, a that Tit for tat No tatts But you wouldn't fight back My skin is covered in tatts Is it? No Let me switch the flow Get out of my way when I drive I'm a fucking maniac I drink and I drive and I smoke lots of crack I could be the next president but I'm not a yankee I could be Miley Cyrus but I don't f*ck my dad If my name wasn't PSB it would be something else But until then just call me B Can't you see I forgot you were blind In the blind mental clinic I don't give a shit Watch where you are going with that stick I can do the same thing Guide myself with my dick (PSB the rapper goes really hard on this one, a beastly animal) I'm at a bar and a ten is staring at me But I barely notice her Cause even at the bar I'm thinking of bars Even though I'll never spit those bars Cause I don't write em down The best shit is the shit I never said Never said I never said shit yet I'd be number one if I tried Couldn't fail if I tried, twice Never tried twice I died I'm back Went to the doctor asked me to piss in a cup Ended up cummin in it Now I got a hundred kids And I'm paying for child support Cost me like one song a week Out here in the Wonggong feel like Hopsin What's poppin Jack Harlow goes to my gym Open the door for the bitch Give me top when she hop in it I'm the highest in the boof Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels I'm dumb as f*ck Give me a bad bitch with a fat ass Mary Swanson I'm drinking red rasp like a bad boy, Herrera Carolina reaper is hot as f*ck I'm hard as f*ck Mary Swanson is hot as f*ck Attention all ugly people do not breathe near me I'm a threat like a bomb Did you put the balm on Who told you to put the balm on I didn't tell you to put the balm on Why'd you to put the balm on If you want to put the balm on Get a doctor to put the balm on We're all floating through the cosmos None of this shit actually matters Why are you listening to this song You have free will Have you ever helped anyone Do you have a use in life Your fat, stupid, worthless I'm PSB the rapper Here's the top things you should do before you die Number one, f*ck sluts Number two, take drugs Swear at cops and fight people Gamble everything you earn Have kids and never come back Sneak food into the cinemas Drink and drive on the way to f*ck someone's wife Steal from the rich and give it to the whore's Eat mangos Can you walk a mile while greened Feet flopping about in my shoes Cause you aint big enough for them This is a metaphor' I'm a size nine That shit was fucked I barely breathed during that shit I'm PSB the rapper, I talk really fast I actually prefer small titties Balloons, nah bee stings are my favourite I cannot downplay how much I like money pieces You guys remember call me B If you don't check your bitch's playlist Can't wait for Christmas My wish list is just names of bitches Rodrigo is at the top of the list I'm a real fan of her music and her pretty face Shoutout to the borough for making documentaries Huh Moving on Your girl coming over and I put a movie on We don't make it past the lion at the start You know it's like arrrh You know what I'm talking about right Hey anyway This might be the last song I make You never know so shoutout to the real fans And I hope you appreciate this shit CYAAAAA
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