SUPER TUESDAY! (Explicit)

Song: SUPER TUESDAY!

Artist: JPEGMAFIA

Lyrics: JPEGMAFIA

Composed: JPEGMAFIA

Giddy-up

Yeah

How you rappin\' all your life and you ain\'t profit? (Hm)

How you claim to be a punk but you ain\'t moshin\'? (Pssh)

How you tryna book a tour but you ain\'t poppin\'? (For real)

Nigga think he Steph Curry, boy, you Ilgauskas

Pop filter, bump stockin\'

One shot turn Steve Bannon into Steve Hawking

R. Kelly, gigolo, I\'m dough pilin\'

But I don\'t fuck with little kids, bitch, I ain\'t Woody Allen

Now how you let a nigga run you out your own city? (Word)

How you never catch a win, but you catchin\' feelings? (Yeah)

I ain\'t tryna have debates, I just bait bitches

Put a price on your head, send my niggas fishin\'

Boy, you really Craig Mack but you think you Diddy

Put this fuck nigga in a bag, he the new Missy

How you let a **** nigga call you nigga? (Psh, hahaha)

Uh

More money, less fame, push my tracks deep

These niggas ain\'t reviewin\' your music, they reviewin\' you

Keep it to yourself, get your money, baby, keep doin\' you

Step out of line and show these Plaxicos what the Ruger do

Now who is you? Double barrel, twin magic

Hit the W, go through the roof

Base swell up and go through the coupe

Pacin\' at this nigga house like Peggy finna hula hoop, uh

Lines around the block, feel like Super Tuesday

Ballad of Biden, baby, we need new things

Makin\' love to your girl, pull her tracks out the strings

Pat the weave, I gotta water the soil \'fore I plant the seed

Lots of information in these bars and schemes

These niggas basic, all they know is jokes and memes

Now let\'s face it, you hate me because you ain\'t me

You think because I mention forums we the same type of dweeb

Fifth up in your face when I catch you off-key

This is how it taste when you talk and don\'t read

Nipples on my suit, I\'m lookin\' for Mr. Freeze, count the green

I don\'t got fans, I got fiends, what you mean?

Show up to the studio, I\'m dressed like Harley Queen

I don\'t want no picture, give a fuck about your \'zine

Snitches gettin\' Christian, hope you rat up on your team

Tell me all your secrets, part one, Lil B

Tony Braxton pistol had \'em talkin\' in his sleep

These niggas don\'t rap, they incriminate on beat

All I do is spit facts, get money, make heat

Spit up in her ass, let her know that I\'m a freak, don\'t speak