Bald Spot!

Dylan Dutily not Sarette Fuckers got a bald spot don't think that we'd forget Don't think we that petty man you ain't even a threat Ain't even a threat Ain't even a threat Bro got six point five credits in his Senior year Brother gonna graduate drinking a whole beer Point eight seven GPA, my guy ain't even near Can't even lie though I fucked up Sophomore year But at the end of the day, I turned that ship around Got my life figured out, I'm even college bound Can't say the same about you, it's sad but it's true Fools always acting like he's got a screw loose Always saying something about staying for your CTE But we all know, your lying ass is trying to flee You stay skipping that too Acting like we ain't even knew Not surprised man's always high like he flew Brother wrote a song, put some lyrics on a track Not even worth mentioning, But he acting kind of wack Said King Pig was trash, Called my lyrics ass Even though acknowledging his were quite crass But wait, there's more Dumb Bitch You're lame as fucking shit Watch this fucker throw a fit No telling when he'll quit Gonna pull up to Renard cause your mother got me bricked Aye, let me set something straight You ugly, and severely underweight Let me tell you something Your life will amount to nothing Your coffin will be rusting That we can't understate Motherfucker, you talk the talk I walk the walk, yeah I'll make you suffer Let me choose, kill off you, just like I'm a Duffer You ain't shit, just a racist, let's face it I'm gonna bend your Kerri over and give her my dick That's just what you get don't f*ck with my clique You think you're so cool when you're talking your shit But you're a scrawny little boy and your parents are split Your verse, trash Lyrics, trash Said the same to me but we all know that's cap I'm sick of your shit, and I mean it Focus on your education, you need it, beat it Call your bitchass a belt Cause you buckle under pressure Said you gonna respond Brother ain't even that clever You act like a blonde But you're dumber than ever Gotta give you a lecture Cause your ego need a stretcher Man you've flown too high Now you Falling like Icarus Time to practice your penance Yeah the trials are rigorous Dudes lost like Odysseus But he ain't return home Too busy taking them drugs So he gotta postpone Man you think that you're tough? you act like we afraid You think that you're cool? you peaked in third grade Got a fake ass gun and some messy ass hair This musty motherfucker never switch up what he wears You act like you're smart, but you stupid and witless Always seems like you're pressed, bro you sour like citrus Laughing stock, bald spot, swimming with the fishes Now we all know why you get no bitches