(Chorus)
(x4)
if it was you and me

you might walk away with deserved hurt feelings

(Verse 1)

gutting these artist equally, compete with me, its nun competition
cause your a chick with a cap on that says unorganized dress men
i can turn a studio session into a $#&@ing fortified lesson

my brains a spark, you cut it short just by guessing
my fund to men is, killing murder, i cant explain how fun it is
if your a chick you'll sense flirt when i hurt you, and burn you

with napalm, im the devil you wish you never met, say spawn
i could jab left with 8 right fire arms, mother $#&@ing ice ball
im so hot, i gnaw on 20 ice cubes, just to survive through

a freezing shower, every hour, bet me power
ill drop a meteor on earth, if the ingredient didn't work
ill find a excuse, and make it $#&@ing worse

if all fails, maybe ill let you touch this verse

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(x4)

(Verse 2)

Miley Cyrus, the !@#%ty virus, hygiene pirate
sorry, but that #~!!@ needs a patch
i stuck my pinky through and it came out detached

what a shocker, if shes your favorite
ill choke the !@#% with a apron on the table,### on the blanket
and rub it down her navel, its got John Travolta coming

the !@$)gots out the closet, and stunning, start running
don't look at him nor hug him
this Miley !@#% though has 40 husbands, its the wrecking ball

oh %#@!, here we go, stripped clothes, only thing your missing (*##$
is tits and genitals, shes probably like, oh don't hurt me
don't worry, its not thanksgiving yet, so i don't want a turkey

stop flirting, your gonna walk away with hurt feelings
surely


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(x2)


(Verse 3)
do y'all want hurt feelings, is it worth forced killings (x3)
ive morphed, still building, willy will has will and is still healing

he went bankrupt and is a real million-bucks
ill turn hip/hop country if i want with chuck
the pumps @@#!ed in the truck, now who we shooting up

we be tag team in rap, polluting mist, with this %#@! we spray
taking us out, ok, not today, i mean
what the $#&@ was i gonna say, im really sane

its hurt feelings, so bye bye, your lame
and im $#&@ing just sick in the head


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(x4)