C O M R - Phalse Reality Lyrics

Gah?
Wait, wait, I need snare
In my-my-my right-my right ear
Snare
Snare, snare, snare, snare
Snare, snare, snare, snare
I'm comin' at you, causing crimes all the time
Wanting to hunt you down like a bear rhymes with snare
If you didn't know that
The crap reality is that you're whack
Smack your mom before you kill your children
Lock 'em up in the hood for a reason
Comin' back now, call 'em tracks now
Gremlins lookin' ass call him batch now
Don't even know why I make up these rhymes
Red hot chili peppers comin' at you
Making turds shoot everywhere
It's just like a brown, brown bear
Coming back at you with that snare rhyme
I don't even know if I have time
Phalse reality makes you all whack
That's why there's thanksgiving clap backs
(Oh!)
Gay memes on this team
Comin' at you with you-with the m.d.m.t.
I meant m.g.m.o.
That bitch put it in your cheerios
(Oh shit!)
I mean the boys in
Comin' at you now
Going through your blood stream
And causing a pow pow on your heart
Making heart attacks
What?
Got to deal with
Cause that shit's pretty f*ckin' whack