Don't mess with the COWBOYS
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
Just like Johnny Blaze you have been f*ckin' ghost ridin'
Get off people dick 'cause your lyrics aren't surprisin'
You just like a zombie, except you'll never be risin'
You will just be blankly starin', my lyrics hypnotic
No longer the Quarterback, you're short, now just a nickel
Only popular from football, bitch you aren't special
Your lyrics so f*ckin' trash, you'll never be official
Never gonna go succeed, you'll end up as a Fischer
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
You are such a motherf*ckin' joke little bitch
You will never be able to approach me bitch
Just go hide under a cloak and ditch
I will never choke, but you go and hope (Don't mess with the COWBOYS)
Try to take shots and I bet you will miss 'cause I know you cannot write for shit (AYE)
I don't why the f*ck you just got into this
Bitch you know you'll never win (I got the crown bitch)
You hangin' on by a twig
Bitch you know you aren't lit
I'm not the best I admit
Least I am better than you, kid
Chill out with your f*ckin' ghostwriters
Y'all better never f*ckin' ride us
But you can never f*ckin' dismiss
You can't rap better than this, bitch
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
You f*cked up Matt, here's your chance to shoot back
We already know you lost, just be f*ckin' cautious
Man you really f*cked up
Now it's your turn to shoot back
Little bitch
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Don't mess with the COWBOYS
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
Just like Johnny Blaze you have been f*ckin' ghost ridin'
Get off people dick 'cause your lyrics aren't surprisin'
You just like a zombie, except you'll never be risin'
You will just be blankly starin', my lyrics hypnotic
No longer the Quarterback, you're short, now just a nickel
Only popular from football, bitch you aren't special
Your lyrics so f*ckin' trash, you'll never be official
Never gonna go succeed, you'll end up as a Fischer
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
You are such a motherf*ckin' joke little bitch
You will never be able to approach me bitch
Just go hide under a cloak and ditch
I will never choke, but you go and hope (Don't mess with the COWBOYS)
Try to take shots and I bet you will miss 'cause I know you cannot write for shit (AYE)
I don't why the f*ck you just got into this
Bitch you know you'll never win (I got the crown bitch)
You hangin' on by a twig
Bitch you know you aren't lit
I'm not the best I admit
Least I am better than you, kid
Chill out with your f*ckin' ghostwriters
Y'all better never f*ckin' ride us
But you can never f*ckin' dismiss
You can't rap better than this, bitch
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
You f*cked up Matt, here's your chance to shoot back
We already know you lost, just be f*ckin' cautious
Man you really f*cked up
Now it's your turn to shoot back
Little bitch
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
Just like Johnny Blaze you have been f*ckin' ghost ridin'
Get off people dick 'cause your lyrics aren't surprisin'
You just like a zombie, except you'll never be risin'
You will just be blankly starin', my lyrics hypnotic
No longer the Quarterback, you're short, now just a nickel
Only popular from football, bitch you aren't special
Your lyrics so f*ckin' trash, you'll never be official
Never gonna go succeed, you'll end up as a Fischer
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
You are such a motherf*ckin' joke little bitch
You will never be able to approach me bitch
Just go hide under a cloak and ditch
I will never choke, but you go and hope (Don't mess with the COWBOYS)
Try to take shots and I bet you will miss 'cause I know you cannot write for shit (AYE)
I don't why the f*ck you just got into this
Bitch you know you'll never win (I got the crown bitch)
You hangin' on by a twig
Bitch you know you aren't lit
I'm not the best I admit
Least I am better than you, kid
Chill out with your f*ckin' ghostwriters
Y'all better never f*ckin' ride us
But you can never f*ckin' dismiss
You can't rap better than this, bitch
You cannot keep up the pace
The first is what I will take
But you still chase
Murdered by words is your fate
You got no f*ckin' fanbase
What a disgrace
What a f*ckin' novelty, lyrics are a monstrosity
This is inequality 'cause I'm the f*ckin' boss, you see
You f*cked up Matt, here's your chance to shoot back
We already know you lost, just be f*ckin' cautious
Man you really f*cked up
Now it's your turn to shoot back
Little bitch
Writer: Cooper Fletcher
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid