[Intro]

House c-cat

HYSTERIA

Buck, should I get it?

[Verse 1: kirby2cool!]

I hit my bitch with a spoon

And I already told you don't fuck up my mood

But you're still trynna do it, now I'm trying you

Fucking you up, till I fuck up my shoes

Right up the bottom, my clothes are falling

No wonder, these rappers keep flocking, their capping

I'm god, you rap like a top but you act like a bottom

Bitch, you ain't poppin' you starting a problem

I'm boutta turn your whole team into smithereens

Boy you ain't hard, body language is fidgety

My hips too big for my pants, it ain't fittin' me

2cool4ever, I'll wait til' infinity

[?], mac and cheese

Ain't even done with the song and I'm clappin' cheeks

Ain't even writing my verses like a masterpiece

If you ain't even bumpin' your shit, you're a tragedy

I just sold weed to the ice cream man

I should blow up all my plane, make a hype beast mad

I got no Kirby then I might be trash

Already yell too much, I think I might be mad

I still go on the protagonist, you're a Billbo

Anaconda they grabbing you, kill throat

You just mad you don't got my skill, ho

Your bitch just sees you as a dildo

Why in the fuck are you talking to me?

Just wasting my time, it's exhausting for me

Murder the beats, so I don't know what to bring

I think you're making a [?] for me

I wouldn't give you 5 dollars to blow me

You are not shit to me, you are below me

I hope you know that you are gonna die lonely

If I'm your father, you're gonna die slowly

[Verse 2: NERVEXX]

Ayy, what though

Suck to be in my mind

I got two racks on the Devil's time

And they need more love, damn what [?]

You ain't built like this, sayin' wastin' my time

I gotta run up on a motherfucker stuckin' that shit up

But got more bands, than a cannabis dealer

You fake don't [?] for a feature

Your moms my type, keep running a preacher

I can't be talking that shit cause I pray on my balls

I'm late for my meeting, I'm poppin' a [?]

You sayin' I'm addicted, I'm racin' these thoughts

Location, bitch? Savin' my time up

Hope make you pacing the line up

No bet, I'm the underdog

You mufucks ain't shit, even [?] the cause

[Verse 3: GXNER]

Blew out the back, out the back of that ho

And I make it pop like a soda, no Coke

Get top in the back then I switch to the rolls

Got two hundred tecs, I got too many poles

Wait, wait, wait, wait

Pockets too fat they be gaining some weight

I'm feeling like Kirby the bong finna break

Saw me in public I'm popping his brain

Knocking out his skull

Put his brains all on the wall

I'ma walk around the halls

Ho I can not stand you all

Back, move back, move back, move back yeah

[Verse 4: Mango The Only]

Who the fuck are you? I'm MANGO THE ONLY!

Better buckle in, I swallow Vicodin

I put the emphasis in Hysteria, pack a bitch

Let's go cause a riot, I promise you we the fish

Outta the catacombs now I'm speakin' in the gibberish

Bitches be flowin', like in a minute I'ma finish it

Lit shit flow sick than fucking syphilis

Blunt so fat, would of thought there was a kid in it

Class clown, better pull up with bag now

Bat down, better pull up with the rats out

Unemployed, but I really want the cash now

Joe Biden, better figure up all this shit out

Ayy, Kirby

Remember that one time I put a sardine in your fucking peanut butter jelly sandwich

[Verse 5: SEMTEXX]

Bitch, I'ma blow up

I do not pick up the phone, uh

All of you pussies been fake, wasted

Stuck in my room, I don't know what the today is

Yeah, I got left [?] bitch and I'm gonna lose my shit

He could just eat my fist

Get your bitch fucked

[?] I can not give a fuck

I got [?]

I cannot sleep with these thoughts in my head

[?]

I open you like a [?]

Demons I hang with the reaper

[?]

[Verse 6: Craig Scissorhands]

[?]

[Outro: ?]

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