Get Out

Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 I really don't give a fuck what y'all say
 Press play on the beat, and it's off and away
 I spit facts, I spit facts, I said that, then I did that, yeah
 Opinions like assholes, everybody got one
 Let that bother me, that's my problem
 Tried to be the nice guy, be polite
 I guess I'm not that white guy
 That's alright I, fuck
 I forgot what the next bar was
 And the next bar was
 The bar that was gonna make all y'all folks fall in love
 With every mothafuckin' riddle, full of syllables
 That my words say, 'cause my words play
 Like kids in a playground, Smear the Queer
 But, I can't say that nowadays, 'cause
 I don't makе music, I make points on beats
 That boy's a beast, he's off the leash
 Can't stop me, dog, can't copy, nah, I'm one of a kind
 Can doubt me, but can't out me, 'cause, I live what I rhyme, just give it some time
 Honestly, I'm shocked that this shit took so long
 But, I know I should probably be dead and gone
 Fuck it, though, I'm here, now, so let's celebrate
 'Cause, shit's about to hit the fan, get the hell out the way
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
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 Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out, get out!
 Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch!
 I really don't have shit left to say
 Let's just say that, I guess, I'ma make this
 Just to set the record straight
 'Bout the record that I drop' the other day
 'Cause, yesterday, I had an epiphany, outta nowhere
 Yeah, the shit just hit me
 Like a ton of bricks, that some of y'all think
 That I do this for the clicks
 If it's you then, listen up, fuck
 I forgot what the next bar was, and the next bar was
 The best bar of my whole career, but I messed that up
 So, I guess, I'm fucked, yeah, I guess, I suck
 'Cause, I can't make shit great, without no click-bait
 Wait, what about this shit, man?
 'Cause, this shit a hit, man
 And I ain't talking 'bout shit, like a hitman
 I don't make music, I make points on beats
 That boys a beast, he's off the leash
 Can't stop me, dog, can't copy, nah, I'm one of a kind
 Can doubt me, but can't out me
 'Cause, I live what I rhyme, just give it some time
 Get out, get out, get out, get out
 Get out, get out, get out, get out
 Get out, get out, get out, get out
 Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch
 Get out, get out, get out, get out
 Get out, get out, get out, get out
 Get out, get out, get out, get out
 Get out, get out, get out my way, bitch
 (My way, bitch, way bitch, way bitch...)