Final Bout

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Yngldy

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Critical attacks, chest check you to the next room
Me and my girl getting head from hotties we just met too
You got the tension in your sinews, man, I see you
Ruined your day like some spoilers in the preview
I'm running numbers, Pat is burning down the green room
You can be about a dollar, but all that cash is see through
That dirty boy do dirty work out on a dirty SeaDoo
Peace boo
Dirty Thundah Action need a sequel
Move violent like I got a raw cough
Throw my hat in cause I love an odd job
The shit that you're claiming is hard false
I go Bret Hart, hit the sharp shot
You're a dead mark, I'm a rockstar
You're a benchmark, I just pop off
You just been washed, I go too hard
Thundah shake tracks like its NASCAR
And the shorty that be loving on Deek
Has a PhD in being a freak
She wanna bring some of that flavor to me
And I love barbacoa so I eat the cheeks

Oh I think they hate me
Oh I think they
Oh I think they hate me
Oh I think they
Oh I think they hate me
Oh I think they
Oh I think they hate me
Oh I think they hate me

Oh I think they hate me when we hit em with another one
It's Grampa Mane the bastard son, so step on up and get you some
I'm Bout to make you look dumb, who you think you robbing
Stick got a kick with a drum, Phil Collins 
Feel just like the genesis, no need to go and rush 
Big mouths just small talk and they all need to hush
I ain't never heard your fucking name, I'm sure as f*ck I didn't clear it
Tracks just like a tree in woods, if it drop, then who'll hear it
Grampa in his feelings now, like why'd it have to come to this
I'm nice as f*ck, but you fucked up, and now I'm fucking coming kid
These games all end the same, you get the ending that I chose
So while you roam around my world, you best abide by rules 
It's high tide and it's high noon, and I'm midway like Ed Boon
I'm after you, what can you do
These hands make em chill like a xan or two
These dummies really dumb and we damage dude
I'm swallowing spinach, and I don't got limits 
I'm harder than eating and having you cake
Promise there's nowhere you running that's safe

Oh I think they hate me
Oh I think they
Oh I think they hate me
Oh I think they hate me
Oh I think

All you gorillas vanilla. Measured in millimeters
My crew looking like a militia. Each one a fucking leader
Turn the heat up while we earning respect 
While they got they feet up, our dues paid in sweat
Thirst is never sated, they play me, they getting faded
They spit it but they won't say it. I'm fighting not to be jaded
I'm lighting up from the mountain. Niagara to indoor fountain
Smoke heady when blazing trails
My two hands hammer and nails
I am almost too strong. King Kong ripping roofs off
I am LSD that's steeping in that oolong
Many solar systems under rule of my gravity 
Watch me move some mountains while your lazy muscles atrophy
I stay wit it. Got outfitted. Push my limits when I play
Whip wheel gripping. Your team slipping. My dream I'm living all day
Stay committed, shade be scripted, you ain't cryptic, got me livid
Tide done shifted, f*ck these critics, they forgotten when forgiven

Oh I think they hate me
Ooh, oh I think they hate me, yeah
I think they hate me

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