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Guap Sensei - I HATE THE INTERNET lyrics

Artist: Guap Sensei

album: I HATE THE INTERNET


Trapaholics mixtapes, I wanna see you bleed

Welcome to Gore Street, watch your fucking back
Fuck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
Seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
Why'd your parents go and fuck and push out a disaster?
Spitting out excuses but it's too late, that shit don't matter
All of you the same, all you fuck boy's unoriginal
Living life so digital, go touch grass, ain't liveable
Retardation clinical, all you seem so miserable
You won't find shit if you look up individual
Flashing sticks and sucking dick and talking shit
Crash the whip and hit that lick and take a rip
All you talk the same, like you just got shot in the brain
Your mental just be fried like Cane's and lookin' for someone to blame
But it's only you and you dug your grave
And your time is due for your soul to take
You got a lot to prove and even more to make
You gotta get your move on, cut the brakes
You a joke, uh, you a joke
You a joke, uh, you a joke
Fuck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
Seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
Why'd your parents go and fuck and push out a disaster?
Spitting out excuses but it's too late, that shit don't matter
I walk in this bitch like I'm Jason Statham
How they talking shit but won't admit I made 'em?
Hand out? I'ma leave him hangin'
Saw his bitch sucking dick and now he hangin'
Gore Street, I'm outside wit' it
Hands on the pole, yeah, I slide wit' it
I hate the internet
You pedos needa go outside and get some real life bitches
19 in this bitch, actin' like you still in preschool
Bastards in my DMs overdose, I bet you feel cool
Yeah, I left that shit 'cause
You motherfuckers don't got a sand grain of respect
I swear if a screen ain't seperate me from you
I would have my hands up on your neck
The way you think it's quirky to be retarded really messes with me
I could care less about this bitch but she still sexin' with me
Rearrange his teeth just like a dentist if he steppin' to me
I keep birthing kids that jack my swag, I need a vasectomy
Fuck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
Seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
Why'd your parents go and fuck and push out a disaster?
Spitting out excuses but it's too late, that shit don't matter
That shit don't matter, that shit don't matter

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