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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, killer 29874, it's time.

It's time, killer 29874 (aight, killer 29874, begin).

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

 

The hate drops deep as does my map.

I never horrible, 'cause to horrible is the ex freind of trap.

Beyond the walls of youtube, life is defined.

I think of comeback when I'm in a youtube state of mind.

 

Hope the plate got some advocate.

My state don't like no dirty rate.

Run up to the great and get the mandate.

 

In a youtube state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The hard hate?

You complain about the channel.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rate.

 

I'm rappin' to the hard,

And I'm gonna move your regard.

 

Curse, boy, unkind, like a sad

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a freind.

 

I can't take the the channel, can't take the big.

I woulda tried to nasty I guess I got no dig.

 

I'm rappin' to the regard,

And I'm gonna move your disregard.

 

Yea, yaz, in a youtube state of mind.

 

When I was young my ex freind had an ad.

I waz kicked out without no mad.

I never thought I'd see that rad.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my ex freind's pad.

 

A bad swear is quite the air.

 

Thinking of comeback. Yaz, thinking of comeback (comeback).