I Am Propaganda

(Switchin' up the drums, I've been feelin' basic) (Hittin' Kegels in the Y, spirits in amazement) (Got grit, got speed, who gon' stop me?) (Christ walked, I sprint on tsunamis) Hm, hm Hock a loogie on a snare, boy, I'm feeling wholesome Shit perc, loud kick, watch me kiss both of 'em Het boys gettin' mad cause of what I post of 'em Hm, bubbly (Wow) Cute face, pan dick, f*ck, I need a mail list I met your boytoy, yeah, he stans rapists Wack hairline filling up his playlists F*ck him, f*ck yourself, f*ck your mom too I'll burn the domicile down, shit on your lawn too Hammer to your loose screws, kiss it like a boo-boo Talk to God about it 'Cause I'm sure she fucking likes you (Yeah) Golly (Gorgeous) Pretty little lad, shoulda put me on Disney Petty, not mad, when you shoot, don't miss me Way you huff on beats, it's shit, it's Winnie I'll diss you in stereo, miss you with some mercy Shit on your progeny, hit ya with a curtsy My shit's so cold, leave ya sore like herpes (Heh, now) (I wanna, I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna, I wanna) IC on your phone screen Freddy Krueger, way I make 'em hit the caffeine 50 mgs just to hit my mezzanine I told these fucking breeders I got words, I got kerosene Kylie Jenner with the lip, boy, it's no challenge Lip sync on your grave like I'm Jimmy Fallon Timmy Shallot typa twink in my fuckin' talons Grip tight, run for senate like I'm Joey Sal— Check it, I'm a cowboy libtard Ch-check it, barbeque in the SIM card Airsoft, when I aim, know I hit hearts Airsoft to your brain, know I hit hard I'm fire, I'm cool, I'm bleeding Twenty views on a track, I'm peaking I am propaganda, believe me (I wanna, I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna, I wanna) (I wanna)