L UNCS NO HUMOR

Intro

Yeah

Check

Six

Anita Max Wynn

Nyeah eh

Say word you think you can mute the boy

Styll

Wallahi it is a movie

You better nize it

Verse 1

Floating through the foyer I smell a fresh cherry pie

The way these mods move make a young crodie want to cry

Golly gosh you niggas acting like some marved bucktees

Why you preeing on my lyrics like the thought police

Anita Max Wynn got the hat on for the winnings

Two twos you delete it before the track is even finishing

Lowe it fam before I stomp my boots and pout the lips

I am just a sweeterman with diamond rings on fingertips

Oh my golly what a travesty

Silly mods want to silence all this majesty

Nyeaaa ehhh

Verse 2

Now I am finished with the jokes and the cartoons

Empty the clip into the silence of your chat rooms

The privilege you wield is just a digital facade

While I run the numbers like a corporate dark god

I got the links from the East end to the UK

Wastemen deleting what the top producer has to say

Your terms of service looking flimsy as a paper wall

I make one phone call and watch the whole server fall

Pathetic miskeens behind a glowing laptop screen

Hiding in the shadows of a world that you have never seen

I am the industry you are just a temporary glitch

Watch how I move when I decide to make the switch

Keep my name out your mouth and your guidelines

Or find out how the OVO family draws the lines

Verse 3

Ooh a butterfly

I gotta catch it before it flies up in the sky

Two twos I just hit the jackpot Anita Max Wynn

Where the buffet at my tummy's looking real thin

Moneymans eating good with the silver plate

Honk-shooo I need a nap because the lunch was great

Nyeaaaa ehhh

Say word you guys are still being gerbers

I am at the courtside giving pointers to the ballers

Aha

Yeah

OVO

Wait look at this shiny coin

Golly

Drop

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