Aug 8, 2024 If you click on people’s names in the quotes it brings you to the OG post, as long as it’s on a different page.
Aug 8, 2024 The leaked snippet cuts off after "critics say the same shi-dit", which is apparently the beginning of the second verse. A longer snippet of it, along with less accent-heavy takes of the intro and hook survived in the otherwise re-recorded (modern) Mtbmb version.
Aug 8, 2024 I wouldn't have wanted the album to be longer, the length of the album is fine and it said what it wanted to say, but I feel like there could be a side B of it before he will move on. Although like I said before, if it doesn't come true, I'm okay with how it is. Anyway, I totally agree with everything you said.
Aug 8, 2024 Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (what?) But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill" Antichrist, how come you can't be nice? Look who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy, huh But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty? Next idiot ask me is getting his a--- beat worse than Diddy did- But on the real, though (what?) She probably ran out the room with his f---in' dildo (come here) He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (no) Now put it back in my a--- and get the steel toe (ew, ah, the f---? Yeah) Got nightmares, goin' Freddy on me 'Cause they steady haunt me (yeah, oh) Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (bread) Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me But f--- the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting Head is probably whacked, and it's warped like Jack Kevork' Performin' sexual acts with a corpse If they don't like it, like a necrophiliac in the morgue (what?), f--- everybody (yeah) I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose (what?) Parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (what?) To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the will in you (woo) 'Cause now my s--- slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (why?) I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (nah) Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you Your hides, I tanned 'em like bicycles built for two
