Big Nothing
• Written by babytooth
they're asking who's ill, I'm too trill
my fans die-hard, I'm Bruce Will
You're all try-hards, I won't complain
I rhyme fly bars, you all cum stains
duh nuh nuh hey, duh nuh nuh hey
drinkin moonshine on a Sunday
I'm a cool guy with a cool vibe
take a pool dive with a new babe
that's a breast stroke, that's a breast stroke
I kill the beat like it's death row
eating eggos out in Fresno
I cough I spit gotta chest cold
I'm too sick, y'all stupid
couldn't give two shits if I had diarrhea
looked inside your diary
found out you admire me
I'm fiery, you trying to be
hired but you don't put in work
take a trip out to pittsburg
thats far from me on this earth
flip birds cuz this shit whatever
dip, swerve, this shit whenever
fuck money, fuck cheddar
eat my pizza naked, ho
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babytooth
Member since March 28 2014