{La, la, la,
Hey, hey, hye
Good-bye}

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This is anti-autotune
Death of the ringtone
This ain't for ITUNES
This ain't for sing-a-longs
This is sinatra at the opera
Bring a blond
Preferably with a fat ass
Who can sing-a-song
Wrong
This ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make jackers want go
And commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself
I'm so BROOKLYN!
I know we facing a reccesasion
But the music ya making gonna make it the
Great depression
Or your lack of argession
Put your skirt back down
Grow a set man

Yeah this just violent
Yeah this death of auto tune
Moment of silence


Anti-autotune
Death of the ringtone
This ain't for ITUNES
This ain't for sing-a-longs


Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp
Excuse me I let the semiautomatic burp
Blood game mothafucka call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order, who get it first
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Stuff that girl with dick till her head bust
Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts
Boy you ain't did shit I had done said worst
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
I'm in the way you can't pass like Aaron Brooks
Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive, I'm on par 4
Spit hangin from my mouth retard flow
And I say what I want like an award show
I'm on some shit ain't even come out the ass yet
Sit back and watch the green grow like the grass wet
Young or old their ain't no comparin me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity


Anti-autotune
Death of the ringtone
This ain't for ITUNES
This ain't for sing-a-longs


42 to 24 and I ain't talking skull bones, trigger 24 I'm about to get my colburn fresh out the shower and I ain't got a roll burn, this is for the ladies yo.I ain't gotta pose. Remember


Anti-autotune
Death of the ringtone
This ain't for ITUNES
This ain't for sing-a-longs

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