Zero
Hacksaws, crass black Rachmaninoff
Smack paws with the catch from the Donner Party
That's a body party
Sierra, Nevada, I'm hunters lawyer scared of nada
Paranoia I'm on you marionetta
Sauter for me, tell your father for me I said, "What up?"
Don't call me, what's the story, glory
Never? Not even when I'm saltin' pepper?
You'll go on and ignore me forever?
Carded, still carded
A mortal form in the shape of adorable, stay sharper than Dominican barber shape-ups
Marble, tabletop elegance, Parker Posey, Peter, New York elements
Par for relevance, Smithsonian twice
Pardon your feigned ignorance, bitch, pardon your life
Caught a terra-color Botticelli body mighta bought a minute the pedagogy for no fucks infinite
Better keep a medevac hoverin' 24 or the fault's all yours as you draw your last breath
And I draw talk while y'all still talkin' all stressed
And if a cat called ya family, ball out ya chest, boy
Act next door, demeanor with the neck tat's confused
Textbook procedure with an X-Acto, profused
They're calling me "sassy motherfucker," Balderdash, I'm the original nasty motherfucker
Let's dance
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Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
Fucks to give: zero, zero, zero
Fucks to give: zero, zero, zero
Fucks to give: zero, zero
You already know I'ma rain on it
Bring me the check, came in
Fire, brimstone, magma, lava, didelon, molten, granite, dollas
Kimchi, longer exists, stronger the MC
But no literal sittin' humility, nobody touch her
Nobody's given immunity, I start killin' at dusk, though
Everybody doin' the hustle, like I'm shooting in a crowded disco
Poo cat locks brotha
You miss me? Did you miss me?
Well, you shoulda bought the catalog, stupid
Gettin' what you put in, puddin', clueless
I don't make personal house calls to do this
Foolish, rules is mixed if my whole don't exist
And if I don't go on a list why the fuck should I color in lines, I'm colored in fines
New Crayola colors, see you colored in mine
Now who can you say your mother?
Ten
Nine
Eight
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Three
Two
One
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
Fucks to give: zero, zero, zero
Fucks to give: zero, zero, zero
Fucks to give: zero, zero
Brutal shot, harsh whip, we get it in
Better than pseudo, better men
Vinetta and uno, since I was steppin' in
Kudos nada, for Uber liftout, y'know
Ha ha, hey rule the men to be farm in top form
But you've been pawned like I'm not born
A pom-pom myself solo though cheers
Go along Mona me, holdin' no fear say, "fuck 'em"
Zero!
Zero!
Writer/s: Tsidi Ibrahim
