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Callout Lyrics

Hey kids, gimme all your f****** money.
Got a hundred Macbooks and I swear I'm not a druggie.
I'm on that real s***, now it's time to get p*****.
If you get offended, f*** you, suck my d***.
These b****** say they got love for their fans
It's all a part of their plans
The scene is playing f****** gimmicks and lies
And you're a god d*** fool if you trust a disguise.

Even Ronnie Radke talks s*** on my Instagram,
Gimme your address so I can hit you with a mic stand,
Send me a letter about the guys that you blew,
And that f***** you b***-f***** his name is Christopher Drew.

How can you talk down on your biggest fan,
Your career is on its way to the garbage can.
I'm a multitasking badass and you're a disgrace.
Watch me laughing my a** off while I'm p****** in your face.

Uh. the ladies love me cause I always f*** em' good,
Flip 'em over do the tongue trick and treat 'em with the big d***.
My name is always in the headlines stirring up your kids minds.
Check it.
If you hate gay people you should get your a** beat.
You're a close minded f***** b**** kiss my feet.
I don't live for tomorrow and f*** for today,
I tried to pray to god but I'm too busy getting paid.

These b****** say they got love for their fans
It's all a part of their plans
The scene is playing f****** gimmicks and lies
And you're a god d*** fool if you trust a disguise.
These b****** say they got love for their fans
It's all a part of their plans
The scene is playing f****** gimmicks and lies
And everybody is f****** gay.

Now that everybody knows the [?] that haters done fought.
Start a m************ riot but you love it but you can't deny it.
f*** the world!
Everyone sells meth.
b**** I never give a f*** about your problems read a book and f****** solve 'em
Cry a m***********' river full of lies and get attention it's a pity party
Eat my s***!
And I'll pretend to give a f*** about it.
Hey Westboro baptist.
f*** you too, come and protest this d***.
f*****s.
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