Текст песни Mccallister - Xeroxium

Hands up on your face Kevin McCallister
Home alone screamin' for no reason you the saddest bruh
Only 22 you can't reach this fuckin' caliber
Fightin' means a shuttle to disaster, got no challenger
Stopped carin' years ago you lookin' at the manager
Haven't quit the game yet I just needed me a manicure
Trim the excess bullshit out my life I'm not an amateur
Imma keep on going till my number's on the banister
I be turnin' paper over here's my fuckin' shopping list
Money, money, money, money, pussy, yeah you got the gist
All my ice is hangin' from my neck I wanted opulence
All your ice is frozen in a tray we polar opposites
You say you the best and that's a vow of empty promises
Listened to your latest so-called classic and I vomited
Standing face to face and I'm surrounded by some novices
All of yall some pussies I don't need a gynecologist
Please don't fuckin' test me, imma have to take it up a notch
Ugly bitch my razorblade got stuck inside your muffin top
Uber to your mother's house so I can taste her butterscotch
Badminton your bitch I call her Birdie how she shuttle cock
Call me if your lost, create more drama than the bunnyhop
hammered with some energy a Redbull vodka thundergod
Staring at a girl she looking like Natasha Romanoff
Dime piece Russian bitch that pussy gave me culture shock
But enough about my antics
How can I be better than the pros can't understand it
Got my shit together while the game been heavy-handed
Part-time rapper ran it back while lost in transit
Graduated college now my future panoramic
Fuck around and drop another album cause a panic
Smoke the whole scene, leave me on another planet
Wait until the high wears off and then I'll fuckin' vanish