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  • Текст песни Mac Lethal - iPhone

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    Okay this is an iPhone stop watch!
    And here we go
    Here we goooo!!!
    They think I’m fake up on Youtube cause they’re idiots
    I’m fast as hell
    Fast as hell
    Fast as hell
    Fast as hell though
    Look at the iPhone stop watch that’s in your face
    I’m fast as hell though
    That’s a real watch, hey
    They think I’m fake I’m up on Youtube cause they’re idiots
    I’m fast as hell though
    Fast as hell though
    Fast as hell though
    Fast as hell though
    These are my eyes
    That’s my black clover hat
    Deep breath, yo!

    I don’t give a fuck about the money or the fame,
    Or any groupie trying to touch me, I don’t even know her name,
    And I’m just kicking a rap to fade the competition,
    Cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition,
    Man I’m painting watch or listen,
    Mothafuckas wanna have another personal epiphany,
    I’m coming with a symphony, eliminating everybody/anybody,
    Run up like a cannibal and bite ‘em like a peanut butter apple,
    In a minute, I’ma nibble on a pentagram,
    And every single bitter lamb is getting so offended,
    I don’t give a damn if anything a mental plan is coming,
    As a visually integrated entity,
    And everybody’s gonna get the guillotine, yeah!,
    I’m gettin’ cinematic in a matter of a minute,
    Every milligram is devilish, the Vatican will kill it dead,
    Gonna kill it til it’s dead, i’ma try to get em in the head,
    Cornfed, Midwestern whore-bred, she looks though thick,
    And juicy give it to me in the booty-shorts, then you gotta
    Get up in the morn’ and look at the iPhone bitch, because,
    I don’t give a fuck about the money or the fame,
    Or any groupie trying to touch me, I don’t even know her name,
    And I’m just kicking a rap to fade the competition,
    Cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition,
    Man I’m painting watch or listen

    Listen,
    Why you fucking listen
    See that shit
    Look at the iPhone stop watch that’s in your face
    I’m fast as hell though
    Fast as hell though
    Fast as hell though
    Fast as hell though
    They think I’m fake up on Youtube cause they’re idiots
    I just did a lap
    I just did another lap
    Look at the stop watch, right here,
    I’m fast as hell
    I’m fast as hell
    I’m fast as hell though

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