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PACKGOD

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    (Hit the road Jack, and don'cha come back)
    (No more, no more, no more, no more)

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    Hit the road Jack (Come on), and don'cha come back (Come on)
    No more
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Now I'm finna-gonna get up on this motherfuckin' crack-head streamer
    Tryna scam his fans
    Bitch call himself IShowSpeed, stop tryna show us yo' underpants
    Boy really got famous for barking at people and doing a Fortnite dance
    This dude let a crypto scam spread his asshole open
    For a hundred grand
    Damn, sellout
    You failin' to handle the disses I shell out
    Boy tried to mic up with me in his V. C
    Till he started crying and got ran the hell out
    Ain't nobody give a fuck about, sewey
    GTA stripper, you shakin' yo' booty
    Your facetimes with Adin be gettin' mad fruity
    Your music is more poorly written than Luffy
    Bitch, why you screamin'? It got yo' fans creamin'
    This man lookin' like he's possessed by a demon
    You dated a man and could not even keep him
    Yo' dad came on stream and then gave you a beatin'
    Wanna fuck on Ronaldo but can't ever meet him
    Can't ever see him, your hopes getting blurry
    Barkin' at shit, you a closeted furry
    Nappy ass hair, man, them dreads lookin' dirty
    Bro lost the damn private jet to a high five
    That is the saddest shit I've seen in my life
    Swear this bitch think he the wolf off of Twilight
    Playin' with Adin's balls, NFL highlights
    Lil' bitch, now I'm switchin' the beat up
    Look like pre-k when yo' fans have a meetup
    Get to the blazin', this shit's finna heat up
    How yo' name Speed but you strugglin' to keep up?
    Know what, fuck this shit, Adin Ross, now I'm on yo' head
    Still owe me 3K from that talent show, bitch
    I am not done with you
    Fuck yo' lil' chat, you ain't gettin no w s
    Clout chasin' friends, yeah, that's why they all fuck with you
    Shit's gettin' old man, we've all seen enough of you
    All these girls on yo' stream but not one gettin' under you
    It's time you get checked, I ain't talkin' no Elon
    Andrew Tate's dick only place that you be on
    If Bronny ain't come to yo' motherfuckin' life
    We all know that the sidewalk is where you would sleep on
    Flowin' semi-automatic, put you in a packet
    You a gamblin' addict, fat, you look asthmatic
    Hoppin' dick like a rabbit, this shit fuckin' tragic
    You a little maggot, shut up, bitch
    Yeah, like, how you 22 but lookin' 38?
    You scam yo' fans, you makin' millies off of stake
    You sold yo' soul to be they little fuckin' puppet
    Get a shirt and cover up your fuckin' gullet
    Beat him in a beatbox, bitch I need a detox
    Adin got the Top G gettin' in his g-spot
    Runnin' like some Rebooks, gettin' fucked by Zias
    Losin' track of all the rappers that you've tried to beat off
    Bitch, bitch, yeah, better get me my 3K
    Told him to run that shit back like a relay
    Entire comedic appeal is to be gay
    Lately yo' vids bombin' harder than D-day
    Yo' brain cells be harder to locate than Ceeday
    Bitch you is more of a sellout than EA
    Yo' sister be playin' with balls, call her D-Wade
    Damn, she nasty
    PACKGOD, motherfucker can't catch me
    You rollin' on the dick, Rick Astley
    Spit fire but these bitches can't match me

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