[Intro: tropes]

Yeah

[Verse 1: tropes]

How you get robbed over a handbag

If it ain't enough for you, don't go, just stay back

(that doesn't make any sense)

You ain't finna copy me with red eyes

Come at you with dead eyes

I'm swatting all the dead flie-e-e-e-

You thought you were the future

You're just on your computer

You suck ass, I'm your tutor

I'm a creator, you're a user

Cannot fly

You cannot fly to the rooster

Can you die?

I can't decide if I am the loser

And I can't be nice

But I still won't take your damn advice

I am feeling hella lucky I might roll the dice

Well, it must be nice

Well, it must be nice

(Ju-Ju-Juvos)

[Verse 2: ericdoafan39]

He keep talking shit like I can't end his life right now

I been smoking on some cabbage, higher than the clouds

You can't stop me now, I’mma stomp him out

We gon' lie for clout

Don't you take the route

I got some problems in my head

Everybody want me dead

I can't trust another friend

I will never shake your hand

If you want me dead

Smoking so much red

[?] funny, walking dead

Am I another player

Am I anybody with a love

No, I'm not afraid to play pretend

Talking to me like I'm a glare

You know that I'm going for the head

Going for the head, [?]

[?]

Bitches on the floor, [?]

(Kill yourself)

(Juvos)

[Outro]

I am a surrealist pop artist, part of the genre of surrealist art

(I'm a surrealist pop artist, I'm a surrealist pop artist!)

Let me speak Fantano, you invited me on here as a conversation

(You bowl-cut bitch)

(Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)

Fuck you