Thought you'd just walk away innocent from this one, huh?
Not this time, bitch
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Master baiter, he a nasty cheater, he can't keep it in his pants, okay
How he get so many damn women, he's cheated on every one, okay
Closeted bisexual, his girl don't know he on Grindr, okay
F*ck his girl right before he leave out the house to suck his boy, okay
Ding, ding, ding on the beat, feel the heat, imma put this bitch in the coffin
He cheats on his girlfriend often
Caught an STD, and he's coughin'
Tell yo kids "proceed with caution"
Gonna ship him off to Boston
His girl don't know about Austin
Not even Lauren or McLoughlin
Take a seat, I don't need a feat, you bitch ass cheat, think you so discreet
Diss you on this beat, put it on repeat, think you so damn neat, f*ckin obsolete
You belong to the streets, you a f*ckin' creep, pedophile freak, didn't know you a priest
Yo' parents inbreed, bitch take a seat, or its guaranteed, that yo' ass get beat
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Hide yo kids, cause he ran out of girls to f*ck that are not minors, okay
Pedophile, but he's in denial, not stoppin' till he on trial, okay
Stop the obsession, you are not Zach Bryan, stop posting covers on the gram, uh
How you f*ck so many damn women, yo' face look like a f*ckin' yam, uh
Bitch stop runnin', yo' end is comin, I'm the Devil and you're my lamb, uh
Time to show these people who you are, caught in 4K on cam, uh
Obsessive f*ck, you a stalker f*ck, you a broke ass f*ck, pedophile f*ck
You a cheating f*ck, don't give a f*ck, you a racist f*ck, you abusive f*ck
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Master baiter, he a nasty cheater, he can't keep it in his pants, okay
How he get so many damn women, he's cheated on every one, okay
Closeted bisexual, his girl don't know he on Grindr, okay
F*ck his girl right before he leave out the house to suck his boy, okay
Boom, boom, boom, on the door, hit the floor, FBI they come knockin'
You got kids in yo' apartment
And you sleep with minors often
Yo bitch ass better start runnin'
Cause yo prison cell be callin'
Yo' name, you bout to be has-been
Yo' sentence bout to begin
Daddy's money can't bail you out like he bought yo' fancy truck, Ay
Maybe stop taking videos while you drivin' heavy equipment, Ay
Nobody cares you a big boy now, you can drive a big boy tractor, Ay
Fake ass country bitch go back to the set of Brokeback Mountain, Ay
Abuse your power and sleep with minors, bitch you're f*cked in the head
Cause you know better, they don't know better, bitch they're just kids instead
And I'm real concerned that you'll never learn, I'm about to call the feds
Like father, like son, bitch you're so done, man you're so f*cking
DEAD
I'm sick and tired of seeing your face and hearing your voice wherever I go
Someone had to call you out, now you're stuck in the undertow
Cause I hate the way that your face looks when you f*ck my girl right after me
And I hate every mother f*cker that gets born under your family tree
You drink and drive every Saturday night I'm surprised you don't got a DUI
I pray every single night that karma gets your ass and you crash and die
Maybe you'll get it on video cause you record yourself every time you drive
I'll watch that shit over and over again and laugh cause you'd be hung to dry
I once knew a girl, she worked for me, she was young, she was only about sixteen
She told me about how she'd been hanging around with someone who was twenty-three
We were real concerned about her safety so we begged her to tell us who
It was no surprise to us when we found out that it was f*cking you
Why do you feel the need to hang with girls that too young for you
Is it because you've slept with every damn woman in a 100 mile range of you
You're fake, a fraud, a walking disgrace, if the truth comes up you hide your face
Messing with kids, your twisted game, now everyone around you knows your shame
You hide behind lies, but the truth's in sight
You pretend you're cool, but you're just a fright
You slept with my girl while we're still tight
Now your dirty secret's in the spotlight
Posing with a cigarette won't make your photos any more hot
I know you think you're the hot shit, but I'm here to say you're f*cking not
You're the white Richard Ramirez, you're just a predator, that's all you got
Taking advantage of kids, man what the FUCK, you deserve to be f*cking shot
It's over, man, this ends right now, you're secret's out for good
Everyone should hide their kids when you roll through their neighborhood
If you're confused on who he is, then rewind and press play
And listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
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English
Thought you'd just walk away innocent from this one, huh?
Not this time, bitch
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Master baiter, he a nasty cheater, he can't keep it in his pants, okay
How he get so many damn women, he's cheated on every one, okay
Closeted bisexual, his girl don't know he on Grindr, okay
F*ck his girl right before he leave out the house to suck his boy, okay
Ding, ding, ding on the beat, feel the heat, imma put this bitch in the coffin
He cheats on his girlfriend often
Caught an STD, and he's coughin'
Tell yo kids "proceed with caution"
Gonna ship him off to Boston
His girl don't know about Austin
Not even Lauren or McLoughlin
Take a seat, I don't need a feat, you bitch ass cheat, think you so discreet
Diss you on this beat, put it on repeat, think you so damn neat, f*ckin obsolete
You belong to the streets, you a f*ckin' creep, pedophile freak, didn't know you a priest
Yo' parents inbreed, bitch take a seat, or its guaranteed, that yo' ass get beat
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Hide yo kids, cause he ran out of girls to f*ck that are not minors, okay
Pedophile, but he's in denial, not stoppin' till he on trial, okay
Stop the obsession, you are not Zach Bryan, stop posting covers on the gram, uh
How you f*ck so many damn women, yo' face look like a f*ckin' yam, uh
Bitch stop runnin', yo' end is comin, I'm the Devil and you're my lamb, uh
Time to show these people who you are, caught in 4K on cam, uh
Obsessive f*ck, you a stalker f*ck, you a broke ass f*ck, pedophile f*ck
You a cheating f*ck, don't give a f*ck, you a racist f*ck, you abusive f*ck
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Master baiter, he a nasty cheater, he can't keep it in his pants, okay
How he get so many damn women, he's cheated on every one, okay
Closeted bisexual, his girl don't know he on Grindr, okay
F*ck his girl right before he leave out the house to suck his boy, okay
Boom, boom, boom, on the door, hit the floor, FBI they come knockin'
You got kids in yo' apartment
And you sleep with minors often
Yo bitch ass better start runnin'
Cause yo prison cell be callin'
Yo' name, you bout to be has-been
Yo' sentence bout to begin
Daddy's money can't bail you out like he bought yo' fancy truck, Ay
Maybe stop taking videos while you drivin' heavy equipment, Ay
Nobody cares you a big boy now, you can drive a big boy tractor, Ay
Fake ass country bitch go back to the set of Brokeback Mountain, Ay
Abuse your power and sleep with minors, bitch you're f*cked in the head
Cause you know better, they don't know better, bitch they're just kids instead
And I'm real concerned that you'll never learn, I'm about to call the feds
Like father, like son, bitch you're so done, man you're so f*cking
DEAD
I'm sick and tired of seeing your face and hearing your voice wherever I go
Someone had to call you out, now you're stuck in the undertow
Cause I hate the way that your face looks when you f*ck my girl right after me
And I hate every mother f*cker that gets born under your family tree
You drink and drive every Saturday night I'm surprised you don't got a DUI
I pray every single night that karma gets your ass and you crash and die
Maybe you'll get it on video cause you record yourself every time you drive
I'll watch that shit over and over again and laugh cause you'd be hung to dry
I once knew a girl, she worked for me, she was young, she was only about sixteen
She told me about how she'd been hanging around with someone who was twenty-three
We were real concerned about her safety so we begged her to tell us who
It was no surprise to us when we found out that it was f*cking you
Why do you feel the need to hang with girls that too young for you
Is it because you've slept with every damn woman in a 100 mile range of you
You're fake, a fraud, a walking disgrace, if the truth comes up you hide your face
Messing with kids, your twisted game, now everyone around you knows your shame
You hide behind lies, but the truth's in sight
You pretend you're cool, but you're just a fright
You slept with my girl while we're still tight
Now your dirty secret's in the spotlight
Posing with a cigarette won't make your photos any more hot
I know you think you're the hot shit, but I'm here to say you're f*cking not
You're the white Richard Ramirez, you're just a predator, that's all you got
Taking advantage of kids, man what the FUCK, you deserve to be f*cking shot
It's over, man, this ends right now, you're secret's out for good
Everyone should hide their kids when you roll through their neighborhood
If you're confused on who he is, then rewind and press play
And listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Not this time, bitch
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Master baiter, he a nasty cheater, he can't keep it in his pants, okay
How he get so many damn women, he's cheated on every one, okay
Closeted bisexual, his girl don't know he on Grindr, okay
F*ck his girl right before he leave out the house to suck his boy, okay
Ding, ding, ding on the beat, feel the heat, imma put this bitch in the coffin
He cheats on his girlfriend often
Caught an STD, and he's coughin'
Tell yo kids "proceed with caution"
Gonna ship him off to Boston
His girl don't know about Austin
Not even Lauren or McLoughlin
Take a seat, I don't need a feat, you bitch ass cheat, think you so discreet
Diss you on this beat, put it on repeat, think you so damn neat, f*ckin obsolete
You belong to the streets, you a f*ckin' creep, pedophile freak, didn't know you a priest
Yo' parents inbreed, bitch take a seat, or its guaranteed, that yo' ass get beat
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Hide yo kids, cause he ran out of girls to f*ck that are not minors, okay
Pedophile, but he's in denial, not stoppin' till he on trial, okay
Stop the obsession, you are not Zach Bryan, stop posting covers on the gram, uh
How you f*ck so many damn women, yo' face look like a f*ckin' yam, uh
Bitch stop runnin', yo' end is comin, I'm the Devil and you're my lamb, uh
Time to show these people who you are, caught in 4K on cam, uh
Obsessive f*ck, you a stalker f*ck, you a broke ass f*ck, pedophile f*ck
You a cheating f*ck, don't give a f*ck, you a racist f*ck, you abusive f*ck
Tell this bitch all his stories are fake, Imma rip this dude to shreds, okay
Y'all might love him, by the end of this song you gon' hate him like I do, okay
He a fabricator, manipulator, I'm the illustrator on this, okay
Listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Master baiter, he a nasty cheater, he can't keep it in his pants, okay
How he get so many damn women, he's cheated on every one, okay
Closeted bisexual, his girl don't know he on Grindr, okay
F*ck his girl right before he leave out the house to suck his boy, okay
Boom, boom, boom, on the door, hit the floor, FBI they come knockin'
You got kids in yo' apartment
And you sleep with minors often
Yo bitch ass better start runnin'
Cause yo prison cell be callin'
Yo' name, you bout to be has-been
Yo' sentence bout to begin
Daddy's money can't bail you out like he bought yo' fancy truck, Ay
Maybe stop taking videos while you drivin' heavy equipment, Ay
Nobody cares you a big boy now, you can drive a big boy tractor, Ay
Fake ass country bitch go back to the set of Brokeback Mountain, Ay
Abuse your power and sleep with minors, bitch you're f*cked in the head
Cause you know better, they don't know better, bitch they're just kids instead
And I'm real concerned that you'll never learn, I'm about to call the feds
Like father, like son, bitch you're so done, man you're so f*cking
DEAD
I'm sick and tired of seeing your face and hearing your voice wherever I go
Someone had to call you out, now you're stuck in the undertow
Cause I hate the way that your face looks when you f*ck my girl right after me
And I hate every mother f*cker that gets born under your family tree
You drink and drive every Saturday night I'm surprised you don't got a DUI
I pray every single night that karma gets your ass and you crash and die
Maybe you'll get it on video cause you record yourself every time you drive
I'll watch that shit over and over again and laugh cause you'd be hung to dry
I once knew a girl, she worked for me, she was young, she was only about sixteen
She told me about how she'd been hanging around with someone who was twenty-three
We were real concerned about her safety so we begged her to tell us who
It was no surprise to us when we found out that it was f*cking you
Why do you feel the need to hang with girls that too young for you
Is it because you've slept with every damn woman in a 100 mile range of you
You're fake, a fraud, a walking disgrace, if the truth comes up you hide your face
Messing with kids, your twisted game, now everyone around you knows your shame
You hide behind lies, but the truth's in sight
You pretend you're cool, but you're just a fright
You slept with my girl while we're still tight
Now your dirty secret's in the spotlight
Posing with a cigarette won't make your photos any more hot
I know you think you're the hot shit, but I'm here to say you're f*cking not
You're the white Richard Ramirez, you're just a predator, that's all you got
Taking advantage of kids, man what the FUCK, you deserve to be f*cking shot
It's over, man, this ends right now, you're secret's out for good
Everyone should hide their kids when you roll through their neighborhood
If you're confused on who he is, then rewind and press play
And listen close, cause you know who this about, N A T H A N, okay
Writer: Brandon Dewing
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid