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look what i'm planning - trixx (rap) lyrics

[verse 1]
i hop on the beat and they drop to their knees
that’s why it seems like none of these rappers can stand me
that’s how i defeat ’em (de*feat ’em)
reason being i’m a demon eat ’em media up on my p*n*s, haha
speakin’ like an animal, hannibal, lecter on the piano
dissect them with the preamble
eat ’em all ’cause they’re cap’n crunch
captin crunch, pack a punch like the guns i pack up in my bag to lunch
dan called me a faker oncе, huh?
once i let him to god, let him to god
i sеnt him to heaven with several shots
shout out to [?] on my chest in a clot
i throw it up like a t*st*cl* shot
don’t test your odds so you can consider your t*st*cl* shot
like sh*t a bob, b*tch i’m a dog, don’t try to speak
i’m better than several, pretty much any
set down the henny, i’m gettin’ ready
whatever the weather, i’ll come and come heavy
come get your comeuppance you b*tch
you spit like a muppet, i’m on my come up and i’m already sick
like i’m off the shrooms, toss me a benz
and i’m bending you over like we doin’ yoga
hold up, hold up
i’m bending you over like we doin’ yoga
you’re stretching your bars like a p*ssy on [?]
an excellent fraud but a rookie performer
ah!
alright, i said that i’m a (wah!)
i said that i’m a (aah!)
[chorus]
i said that i’m upset about the people who’ve been poppin’
i’m a demon, i been droppin’ and toppin’ the topical rappers
all of them cappers, i been in a battle, gettin’ bitter
with my pen and pad, i hear the chitter chatter
talkin’ too often, i wanna get away to the bahamas
but i can’t even escape my f*ckin’ problems
f*ck a dollar, need a milly, take your wallet
i mean really never stoppin’
i been hidin’, whinin’ and dinin’ osama bin laden

[verse 2]
haven’t seen a motherf*cker like this
since the other white kids
f*ck off my d*ck, i’m 21 and i’m not a savage
but a f*ckin’ bum
like a mavrick i’m gutter scum (hey!)
take advantage of the ones that love me
i’ll rot in h*ll with the global elites
you could trust me like taylor swift;
i’m f*ckin’ ugly, i got no money
you wanna get inside my head and tell me i go hungry?
then like a brit, you talkin’ funny
i worked for this, you think it’s all for money?
you better curb this sh*t
what you don’t see is a person that’s
never been told that they’re worth a sh*t
every burden is burned within every verse i spit
but i got no future if i don’t determine it, yeah
i’m stuck in the sticks, duckin’ mistakes
of people before me that gunned for the cake
hey trixx, if you’re gonna get big
you gotta quit all the unlovable sh*t
you really think i wanna hear the struggle you’re in?
buddy get real, you’re not eminem (um, okay)
[bridge]
want me to rap like i’m suckin’ a d*ck
have basic rhymes like i f*ck on your b*tch
i’n on a benz, ride ’round the city like i’m on a trend
hop in the pen
truly humble under god, f*ck with a rod
rot in my prison cell, i won’t survive
but neither will you when the homies arrive
i’m honestly tired

[chorus]
i said that i’m upset about the people who’ve been poppin’
i’m a demon, i been droppin’ and toppin’ the topical rappers
all of them cappers, i been in a battle, gettin’ bitter
with my pen and pad, i hear the chitter chatter
talkin’ too often, i wanna get away to the bahamas
but i can’t even escape my f*ckin’ problems
f*ck a dollar, need a milly, take your wallet
i mean really never stoppin’
i been hidin’, whinin’ and dinin’ osama bin laden

[verse 3]
i done did it all y’all, but i still want more like i’m k!ll monger
i be dumb as f*ck and i put it on film al gore, encore, ah sure
but i gotta keep it short like my b*tch 5’4″ (hehe)
gotta be on the fyp so the admire me like i’m edamame
better not me tryna stop me, got an army on me
like the navi, red hot like a taki
head nod like a zombie
kris kross like i’m ali
all i’ve ever wanted is a little bit of cash
i could stash in a glass
and can smash in a case of a tragic event
like i got 5 hookers and only a 10, ah!
i don’t do drugs, i only smoke crack
just ask my uncle, he gave me a back
i give 2 f*cks, they’re both on my hands
not really subtle like hoes who go trans
or hannah owo when she got them cans (owo)
i saw the vid, god make me her man
i’ll be more evil than kenneth copeland
just for a whiff, my life is so bland
i cut my wrist like my name is stan (ow)
give me a chance, i won’t disappoint, like me to my parents (aah!)
i’m better than several, pretty much any
come up to my head and you’ll catch a machete
cuz i am detestable
b*tch, if you test, i pull rip off your t*st*cl*s sicker than syphilkis
most of y’all catch a cold, i am inevitable
more consistent than a motherf*ckin’ metronome
did you f*ckin’ hear me!?
i’m more consistent than a motherf*ckin’ metronome!!!
[outro]
i said that i’m a… (heugh!)
i said that i’m a…
i said that i’m a…
nah, i’m not doin’ it again
gotcha

- trixx rap lyrics

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