Ubermensch Lyrics
[Verse 1: Clout]
"Superman ain’t savin shit," bitch, you can call me Carnage
Cuz I Go Vader on the haters, best know I’m on my Darth shit
As in Sidious, like Patrick Wilson-
Mad pitiless: I white ball like Wilson
I snow like Barton, hot like Bilson
Kick you out of paradise, bitch, John Milton
This ain't the Middle East, my war actually heavenly;
Religious, militaristic, don't get caught up in that revelry
Hope you know theres no reaching my level, g
A-plus- you skanks just relyin' on double Ds
Don’t you get it? I am prime cut Kobe beef
You a prime slut, unwanted like Kobe’s skeet
Eh Tobey Keith, I ain’t sayin’ that I’m prejudice
Just hated your last two excuses for fucking presidents
I go in, opposite of what happened to Monica
History don’t repeat itself, so don’t rely on Chanukah
'Updog'? Yo, what the fuck is up, dog?
You shall not pass like a motherfucking balrog
Or an f student, not too prudent-
Got you in a stranglehold, like you Ted Nugent
Pound shots with the motherfuckin best of them;
I’m greater all you is, is fuckin lesser than
Club is callin me, cuz I'm poppin bottles b
Douze-trent-quatre, sept trois sept, is hollering
And that’s MTL, but hell, I'm from that t dot o
647, but got 649 swag like the lotto-
Hugh in my grotto, Austin with Alotta
Fagina, like Russian taco, fajita, you should meet’ha-
Its’hwarmer wrapped in pita, but that’s just details
And she just retail, bought her over the motherfucking email
Like internet, I just don’t get this fuckin bullshit-
I murder this, all you gonna say you done heard of this
Say im full of it, take a pull of it, you ain't killin' shit
Poison like a serpent’s kiss, already said I'd bury this
Undertake it, 6 feet under's where I put your fake shit
I’m English lit, you illiterate, irate, don’t make me commiserate;
I’ll deceive y'all, transform and fucking obliterate
All that you imitate, let alone that shit you call spit mate
Curse like a sailor, smoke like a Taylor
Not to mention I’m one Moby fucking Dick of a whaler!
Can't stop it, Microphone Fiend, Rage Against the Machine-
See all I aim to be is fucking vicious and mean
Contrition-less teen, not quite an original g
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But, admittedly, not to mention legitimately
I am the best in the business, boy wonder, wiz kid
And I just won't listen, earbuds covered by my fitted
Nes, like N-E-S or Duck Hunt like Super Nintendo
Grew up n64, so in Smash Bros I perform like a Benzo
Shit son, stole the game now I'm on some prodigal shit-
Boats and hoes, now I'm on my fuckin' nautical ship-
Throttlin’ wit, bottlin’ it, Victoria’s Secret modelling it-
God this is it, the broads and the bitches
Modddin' it, all of my problems and glitches
Snitchin' my riches, like the gold of a seeker
I inherit all this, God can damn it if I’m meeker
Shit, don’t you see bitch?
Stop give yourself a second to hear it
Rewind and check the lyrics
This ain't a fuckin' mirage bitch;
The beat drops, I motherfucking rock it
Talk shit, I beg you, please fucking talk shit
Guarantee anything you say I will mock it
And its all over, please put your visine on;
Abagnale Junior, but I ain't no hiding con
I am righteous, and you will know my name is the lord
Of this game, cuz it will be a while til I will be bored
Cause I can afford to Rob fucking funding like Ford
And cut the beat like I was an umbilical cord
Mordor, Mount doom, my destiny looms-
More gore, mushrooms, and a beat that goes boom-
The son of rage and love, Jesus of Suburbia-
Got beef with the French like the movie Disturbia
Because I'm t dot o, born and I rose
Shout outs to Razz, bitch, I hope you know
