(Verse)
Fat b**h is laying on my couch
f** her mouth
And then I tell her to get out
With a quickness
Later when the seed sprouts
I just tell her it ain't mine
Then I close the door on these b**hes
Licking clits so quick
You couldn't have missed it
I grab the clip and blits blits
So now my minds rig-ged
Even if it didn't f** with my mentals
My cavity is bleeding
So it f**ed with my dentals
Eating pretzels
Like Hansel and Gretel
I got a whole sh** ton of candy
In my bedroom
Boom fire i fire off with my missle
k** the whole planet and
I still got my clip full
Ifful
Eiffel
Eiffel the tower
Spent three to six
Thats 96 hours
And if you dont like it you can eat my f**ing boules
I do what i want im in the clique with the owl
(Chorus)
Chronic blazing
High like a jet
And if you missed it play it back b**h..
(Verse)
f**in fat b**h
Needs a face-lift
I stay swift
Lyrics hit harder than the ba** kick
The same sh** I lay with
Waiting to conquer the earth (HEY KIDS!)
I made it to the top now
I need a vacation
Got these dead a** rappers
Needing gravestones
And easy bored
Satanic a** rappers
Get there future from a Ouija Board
Same here
Face clear
I ain't f**in jokin b**h
You think that im playing
Just because i say i smoke sh**
Oh sh** oh sh**
Haters with there notions
About how i k** it
Dumping bodies in the ocean
So ill pills
Magna carta holy grail
In my back pocket just to know how hova feel
Oh for real?
"yeah you know (yeah) how we feel"
Slow burnin kush and pushing dates back like mike will
And if he won't k** these b**hes then
I will
Conquer the rap game, and then i just might chill
(chorus)
(verse)
Smoking sherm in the bathroom
With morgan freeman
Eating p**y and beating p**y
Like O.J. simpson
Bloody gloves, didn't fit
f** it didn't do it b**h
Me and captain morgan bought small gloves
To do the sh**
"who is this?"
Ruthlessness
This beat got piss and sh**
All over it
Cause i sh** on the beat like rover did
And even if im whack
Im still taking sh**s on it
Ice cream, blue bonnet
Now im cold and barely harmless
Got a b**h in the trunk
No tape on her
That way she says some sly sh**
I go ape on her
Napalm bombs sent to Jupiter
When they respond its all my fault
Jacking off with lubriderm
Who is hurt?
b**h what do you think im rapping for?
I dont care about your feelings thats what dads are for
I think its funny in fact
Thats what im laughing for
This beat was a k**ing i made it
Into a ma**acre
(Chorus)
I would like to note that everything in this song is entirely fictional. But seriously if youre REALLY offended go f** yourself