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it's still fuck everybody - godhandusa lyrics

[intro: godhandusa]
we back, b*tch (yea’)
you thought it was over? this sh*t ain’t over (f*ck y’all)
it’s still f*ck everybody and everything you stand for, b*tch (bop, bop, bop)
we slittin’ throats and breakin’ backs on the track, hoe
godhand

[chorus: godhandusa]
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody (what?)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody (what?)
it’s still f*ck everybody (what?)
(f*ck everybody)

[verse 1: mongo]
[?], slap any mothaf*cka’ who got half a mind to give that (give that)
you*you*you know what it is, it’s the hand, breakin’ in yo’ f*ckin’ eardrums, i don’t give a d*mn (don’t give a d*mn)
d*mn, i’ma have to set the record straight
b*tch, i’m mongo, run up in yo’ crib and violate (uh*huh*uh*huh)
take yo’ plaques off the wall, sh*ts fake
ain’t n0body come to see yo’ shows when you in this state (uh*huh*uh*huh)
it’s still f*ck everybody, b*tch
rappers runnin’ out a ideas, [?]
[?], [?], ah!
you p*ssies really need to stop tryin’
swear to god, in the rapture you better of dyin’ in the fire ’cause yo’ sh*ts not hot, it’s expired
we the h*a*n*d, we know you inspired, b*tch, bap (boom)
rappers like the thots for the spot
slob on my kn*b since you wanna get the sauce (wanna get the sauce)
and you can have the sauce, but the recipe is lost
oh, you smooth brain mothaf*ckin’ bots
i said bots, like the ones in yo’ listeners
why i got yo’ b*tch in the spot and i’m christen her?
real b*tch, need a real one, ain’t no counterfeit
mark ass trick, i’ma hit her with the finisher
b*tch, i’ma a minister and you just a prisoner
nothin’ but a slave to the game
i’ma put you all to shame with my top grade d1 ass whoopin’
i could rap laps ’round you on this f*ckin’ macbook
ah! (boom)
[chorus: godhandusa]
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s still f*ck everybody (bop)

[verse 2: gonda]
it’s still f*ck ‘erybody though
rappers need a pimp slap, actin’ like some hoes
anime e*girl gimmick ass sh*t, they let any mothaf*cka’ on the mic
takin’ pics with the whip
you ain’t got bars, you ain’t sayin’ nun’, you don’t gotta’ gun, busy cryin’ ’bout a diss
say somethin’ b*tch, what you even by the mic for?
why you ain’t go to indonesia to do a show?
or maybe turkey, or maybe thailand?
i’ma lift him up and impale him on the mic stand
don’t n0body ride with you
everyone you f*ckin’ with tell me they lie to you
fake streams from the label, they buy ’em for you
you a b*tch cosplayin’ as an mc
that’s why every song you make about the same thing
i like money, clothes, hoes, and [?]
difference is, i really spit
mothaf*ckas’ wanna dress like a rockstar, but they makin’ friends with the pigs in the cop cars
underground fans not standin’ on sh*t
i call it how i see it and i see you playin’ tricks, doin’ splits (uh*huh)
f*ck everybody, even me
b*tch, i ain’t a saint
all praise to the g*o*d (uh*huh)
if you tryna’ make it work in the rap scene, you gotta’ keep yo’ head down and want it like a crack fiend (uh*huh)
we got enough mid mothaf*ckas’ in this sh*t, you better off learnin’ how to play a f*ckin’ instrument (bop)
f*ck everybody, godhand cause an incident
it’s still f*ck everybody, ain’t n0body innocent (bop)
[chorus: godhandusa]
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
f*ck everybody, f*ck everybody
it’s still f*ck everybody (f*ck everybody)

[outro: godhandusa]
godhand on that sh*t mothaf*cka’
f*ck ass these punk ass underground rappers copyin’ our every move
we see y’all jockin’ our animations and the bling covers b*tch, y’all wasn’t never on that sh*t before
and y’all can keep that dry ass swag, [?] that sh*t for real
we got our own sh*t, you know exactly who the f*ck we talkin’ ’bout
keep movin’ like a snake, get stepped on, hoe
it’s godhand, b*tch

- godhandusa lyrics

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