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who tf is justin time? - huck fosier part 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
four years in the in the making you little b-tch
cannon, cannon
we had to bring you back from the dead just to k!ll you again
yeah

[verse 1]
it’s time to set the record straight, original with everything
never copy sh-t and i don’t need a fake country tw-ng
here’s what they been waitin’ on, me to diss the gin you on
talk about the things you did ’cause hosier’s just a little b-tch
talkin’ sh-t up on your phone, livin’ in your homie’s home
flexin’ money but you’re broke, i flattened out that b-mpy road
bend him on my knee, get the belt, whip they -sses
’cause i fathered half these country rappers, claimed ’em on my taxes
cu-cut your head off like you came from sleepy hollow
you jacked my whole style so your image really borrowed
you’ll do anything for some likes and some follows
you can’t spit for sh-t so it’s obvious you swallow
so mother f-ck a hand out, did this on my own son
these rappers h-lla fake so it’s time to expose ya
shotgun in your name but you don’t know how to hold one
rappin’ ’bout square bodies, you don’t even own one
f-ck johnny cashville that fat f-ckin’ fake
adam came to nashville and you ain’t showed face
just a washed up rapper that never f-ckin’ made it
makin’ money from another rapper that really made it
and here’s to tyler simmons, just another racist
p-ssy boy your man card revoked by all races
you told a black man you’d hang ’em on the cross
when stallion sees you you’re cathin’ bullets like you’re randy moss
cleezyana jones he really loves to run his mouth
but he won’t talk about the time i showed up to his town
on your overtime tour we was supposed to throw down
but your so d-mn gangster, caught the flu and called out (p-ssy)
but now it’s back to hosier, how the h-ll you call yourself a man?
you said no one could expose ya, i went diggin’ in your past
this is where it’s serious, people get the facts
that in reality, you’re just a dead beat f-ckin’ dad

[interlude]
i don’t care you’re wastin’ your time. i’ll sign my rights over, so waste your money and time. you’re not gettin’ anything out of me, you won’t get anything anywhere. i’m not f-ckin’ hurtin’ that little girl. she already things someone else is her dad. she wouldn’t even think any of that if it weren’t for you puttin’ that in her ear. i don’t want no part in this sh-t, you let this sh-t run on long enough. i tried before you didn’t let me. and then whenever it’s convenient for you want it to happen. it’s not happenin’ so you can waste your time, take me to court. do what you wanna do, but i will sign my rights over and i will have nothin’ to do with it, do with it

[verse 2]
mister role model is really a dead beat father
that won’t even raise and claim his own daughter
he’s prolly got his mama just turnin’ in the grave
at disgust at what her f-ggot son became
so sign the waiver ho, like you did parental rights
but you won’t, ’cause it’s females is the only ones you’ll fight
and cracker, f-ggot, let’s just keep it g
the money for the ryan verse, yeah, that came from me
and every park you go to, why they never want you back?
’cause you f-ck over everyone, you’re known as a rat
you’re black balled like a motherf-ckin’ game of pool
and yes i’m mr. t, b-tch ’cause i pity fools
tamen f-cked your b-tch, you got mad
you tried to fight the kid but you won’t fight dad
upchurch made the coffin, calhoun dug your grave
justin time nailed it shut, you were buried at the rave, b-tch

[outro]
hosier you’re a b-tch -ss motherf-ckin’ f-ggot
you’re out here tryna be a country rapper
and you can’t even motherf-ckin’ take care of your kids b-tch
check this out man
this motherf-ckin’ genre is built on family values
and it’s obvious that that’s somethin’ you just don’t motherf-ckin’ have
so get to steppin’ b-tch

- who tf is justin time

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