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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoRoad Rage (With Dem Jointz, Sly Pyper)
[Part I]This rap shit divided by panty lines, mmWhich side are you on? (Pussy)Social media got you fuckin' in pantomime, damnWhy that line so long? (Rookie)I'm just caught up in the rapture, tryna be a rap starI hope I make it out alive (Alive)I'm a master at masqueradingand actin' like I ain't fadedonly I can see through my disguiseYeah, I walk around more confusedthan my aunt Linda's man-friendA black transgender Klan member (What?)Who's a Caitlyn Jenner fan and a (What?)Member of Grindr and TinderHead empty as an empty abandoned a— (Yeah)'Partment while I'm dancing a—'Round all these namеs and labelsthat I can't memo— (What the fuck?)'Rizе, now my antennaesAre up on this PC shit, I'm finnaGo out on my shield like Captain A— (What?)'Merica, transcenderI'm the god of façade (Woo)Give me a road rage reasonTo black the fuck outand roll with the heathensRoad rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'Fuck that red light, I'm tryna get evenYeah, how could I say some shit so mean? (Damn)They're tryna make my mouth closedlike it's clothing (What?)It's what it is though, but this is show biz, so thingsAin't never really truly over 'til Lizzo sings(Like I won't say that)We should coddle fat people (Yeah), yeahhere's a concept (What?)Let's celebrate onset (Yeah)Diabetes and instead of us dietingwe can just have a pie-eating contest (Delicious)And we should be extra nice (What?)Instead of honest (Yeah)And instead of exercise (What?)It's easier to find a triple-X your sizeAnd try to press society to changeso you don't have to changePick up a way to eat lessthem fries make your blood pressure riseAs it starts increasin'All that starch and grease andClogged arteries andThese are the reasonsFor your heart disease andCan't tie your shoes (Why?)it's too hard to reach 'em (Shit)But the way things been (With what?)With today's thinking (Yeah)We should baby them (Why?)Instead of shaming them (Oh)But enabling can (Yeah)Do more harm than good, so call me Abe Lincoln'Cause I'll be honest, I can flip in a blink andAll I need is onelittle road rage reasonYeah, blah, blah, blah, I'm theI'm the god of façadeGive me a road rage reasonTo black the fuck outAnd roll with the heathensRoad rage, vroom, vroom, vroom, and I'm speedin'Fuck that red light, I'm tryna get evenYeah, all my obese peopleif you're fat, proud, and you know it (Hey)Raise your hand if you're shovin' foodin your mouth at this moment (Mmm)But if you're mad'cause they're clownin' youfor poundin' them donuts (What?)Put 'em downand either do somethin' about it or own itOkay, here we goWait, what are you doin'?Fuck's it look like I'm doin'? (What? Nah)Dyin' our hairNo, stop, stop, owShut the fuck upYou're never gonna—I said, shut the fuck upTrust me, I know what I'm doin'YeahSo transgender rights, where do I stand? Oh (Uh)I'm all for 'emI really am pro (Nah, for real)But intercourse with you (What?), would I have? No (Nope)I'm just bein' honest (Yeah), now I'm an asshole (Ho)Call me a transphobe (Really? Yeah)'cause I just can't go (What?)And try and pretend you was never a man though (Sorry)I mean, damn, bro (Yeah), it's just the way I feel (Uh)But if I say it will (Mm), it get me cancelled (Yup, shit)My music get banned (What?), or can it withstand? (No)This shit is quicksand (Help), manI'm just sayin' (Ha)I gotta participate for us to co-exist? DamnI gotta memorize pronouns of a cis man? (Really?)How come can't we just show solidaritywith a wristband? (Or somethin' like that, you know?)And this ain't even a diss, transPeople, my dick just won't expandThem tits won't make it standBut Caitlyn, big fan (No, wait)[Part II]Oh, you want me to fuckin' chilland tone this shit down, huh? (Yup)That's Shady speaking his mindlike it was his mouth, huh?You wish he'd grow upand not be so juvenile, huh?Cash Money Recordsthis shit's about to go south, huh?You feelin' stupid now, huh?Old Slim would've told 'em to put a lid on itlike a toilet bowl rimHat with the low brimI'm in the blue corner (What?)white trunks with the gold trimThey bet that I won't win (Yup)Guess you really showed them (Ha)Became the best and I made it (Yeah) like Adult SwimYeah, but you pick on handicapped people with no limbsWell then, fuck you, Chris Reevesand the horse that he rode inBitch
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