badger - Links at Taco Bell?

8 Arms call me Squidward
Mad but never hit her
Gassed up Adolf Hitler
In a trench like where I hid therr
Rolling up a 4 adding 20 turn to gold
I can write my feelings off express em kinda like I told
Told him bro
Why you being cold
Crazy like a blizzard freezin cold just like the snow
There was something mama taught me
And I use it cuz I'm older
Mama always gonna have your back, the world is getting colder
Freezing like I stopped em
Sleeping when you knocked em
Knocking at the door that's for sho rotate that knob
Go to taco bell, Ant be sleeping on the job
What is new just been grinding long enough to cop me food, he say
Donald Trump is orange like Dorito, what do he know
He ain't fixing shit, this is crazy, he just lazy
Found a street hooker bought a ring and called her baby
Going bankrupt every day but he still went bought Mercedes
Went and bought a drug because, he on crack
Couple bitches texting me, get dubbed now they upset
When I turn my back to them it seems like bitches get depressed
If they gotta problem with my shawty imma get em checked
If they tryan violate I'll say I put em in their bag
These hoes like to cry a lot they tearing up because they mad
Cuz they couldn't get a bite of what I got up in my store
I stay loyal when I'm dating, love my baby that's fosho
That's fosho though
Imma throw a ball Tony Romo
Tryin to get ahead of me oh fuh no
Asking for a picture get the photo
Feeling bad because these rappers ain't me
Cock sucking that could never be me
Punch you in the cunt if you gon step me
Catch me
Feeling wild when I hit the lyrics fire line though
Rap my lil ass off take the mask off future said so
Looking like I'm Eminem, I rap this with my eyes closed
Got shit send it in, cuz I'm ready for the side note
Cashing out get in the line because I'm always ready
Ready to defend myself in case they try to press me
Whitesboro rappers on my dick but none of em impressive
Dropping albums in my town and you ain't never even check in
We gotta problem
You better figure out exactly how the fuck to solve em
Cuz you really don't wanna recieve a death threat, that's next
Read up in between the lines
Because I'm stressing to you bout the context, get a clue
Get a clue, Nancy Drew, call him Gadget
Had a problem with me let us go bury the hatchet
It is not my fault that your mama is a ratchet
And then it caused a problem for me cuz my dick's magnet

Written by:
Michael Badger

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