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Fuck 'em

by Son Rob

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lyrics

[verse 1]
Uh, a little crutch in it
Bars 'bout as strong as the way the bud scented
Rugged rhythm, hit 'em with the rough edits
Reason raps is ripping through the ear as bad as dubstepping
Fuck the whores lesson, pass with all guesses
Spitting tight as tugged dresses showing ass to smug sexists
Last session shrink flunk the drug testing
Slug vest and tux fresh as where the fucking bugs nesting
Cliché coming heavy, what a kilo?
What you know about him? slap 'em up 'bout to drop mosquitos
Is what you sucking like, more licks than a couple d*kes
Only reason I'm at school is to find the f*g that stole my bike
Write, but never finish shit
Brain more scattered than that stack of dirty linens get
Smashing a bitch like a dinner set
Slapping at random like the parents when their kid upset
FUCK!

[bridge]
(skit 1)
I don't like your jerk-off face, I don't like your jerk-off behavior and I don't like you, jerk-off!
You're a cunt! You're a cunt now, you've always been a cunt!

[verse 2]
Then ball up the fists, throw a tantrum
Ugly fellow flowing with a style 'bout as handsome
Ran past 'em, writ his own ransom
Whores is in tandem, changing like fashion
New swag with a flair and abandon
Shared lairs with the scariest bandits
Hit house licks in various mansions
Self incriminating when he'll put it on the bandwidth
Spewing shit, sue him, never put a cap in it
Give a shit, laxatives, loosen up relax a bit
See it black and white? fuck a faking activist
Tweeting 'bout the matter isn't half of taking action, bitch
Shit, and what he says is edgy
Passing through your schools until your kid is getting wedgied
And there sits a song barely ready
Like the last bitch, that's the type of motherfucking care it's getting

[outro]
(skit 2)
Slithered out on your mother's filth. They should've put you in a glass jar on the mantelpiece
You are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity
You despise me don't you?
Hell, if I gave you any thought I probably would
Robin wouldn't piss on your gums if your teeth were on fire
There's a name for you ladies, but it isn't used in high society

credits

released August 21, 2017
Written and performed by Roberto Manito (Son Rob), Recorded at The Cave Recording Studios (Ottawa, Canada), Mixed by Kory Adams

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Son Rob Ottawa, Ontario

Navigating through an ever changing hip-hop soundscape, Son Rob is an artist who isn’t afraid to bend the rules when it comes to what a traditional rapper should be. He prides himself on his versatility and his ability to seamlessly adapt to any sound put in front of him but seems to never lose his way because of his solid lyrical foundation. ... more

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