They take my name, and drag it through the mud.

They want my name, all cooked up.

They got my name, jumping off they tongue.

They use my name, they can say what they want.

 

​They take my name, and drag it through the mud.

They want my name, all cooked up.

They got my name, jumping off they tongue.

They use my name, they can say what they want.

 

They…

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 blame and say these crazy things.

 

They twisting on my name.

They gaslight the debate.

 

Put some caution on the claims.

I done told em’ they ain’t SAFE.

I done told em’ they all FAKE.

 

F*** em’ all.

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At all costs.

I only listen to God.

Because the unimportant?

Yea, they talk a lot.

 

They want all the talent I got,

the mind that I lost.

I keep attacking, through every loss.

 

I torch the odds.

I ain’t never backing off.

No matter what the cost.

I slice the past off.

 

I’m Mr. Math.

They love to add.

Lies up on my name,

and they always love to drag…

 

my name through the earth.

 

They rearranging words.

They try to smash me where it hurts.

I’m scorching off they feathers,

I’m scratching on they nerves.

Keep talking. I ain’t stressing one bit.

 

Because, that b**** karma?

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She don’t miss.

 

They take my name,

and drag it through the ground.

I unzip and unfurl my Pen 15 out,

I make them c**** it down.

 

They cough and puke it out.

I’m laughing at the sound,

My name the dr*g of choice,

for all they flimsy mouths.

 

​They take my name, and drag it through the mud.

They want my name, all cooked up.

They got my name, jumping off they tongue.

They use my name, they can say what they want.

 

So...

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sit still.

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Be...

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a good b****.

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b***** up them knees,

and g***** ** ** ****.

What happened to *** *****?

Officer, I plead the fifth.

H** ********* getting ******.

S** getting gaggy on ** *****.

S****** all my poison,

and don’t ever forget,

 

I am The One,

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the only…

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PRETTYBOYDEMON

 

Type sh*t.

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Hype clips.

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PRETTYBOY "fire-breathing DEMON gun."

Ain't ever bringing any weak blood.

So don't none,

say my name with weak lungs,

any time you take...

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my name, and drag it through the mud.

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They want my name, all cooked up.

They got my name, jumping off they tongue.

They use my name, they can say what they want.

 

They take my name, and drag it through the mud.

They want my name, all cooked up.

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They got my name, bouncing off they face.

These thirsty little f****,

can’t stop from pouncing on the taste of...

 

MEIN NAME

 

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Performance, Writing, Effects, Mixing & Mastering: PRETTYBOYDEMON
Produced by: PQNO | PRETTYBOYDEMON

Volume III | 2O26

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