Chorus 1-
Me and my friends like to mess and fool around
We go smoke the best mary j that we found
And now we are moving to the sound
It goes down when the ba** pounds onto the ground
Verse 1-(Tier On3)
She had a nice a** but no tits
She thought my dick was like a 4 5th
Just because you go to touch it
Doesn't mean it's gonna explode bricks
Have you ever f**ed in a bunk bed
While she gave you dumb head
Make her lump wet
Make her cream up like puff bread
Did so many positions I wasn't done yet
The awkward thing was
No lights so I couldn't find her p**y
What are you doing trying to squish me
NO!!! more of I was trying to hush screams
I have to say the last 30 minutes
Of it wasn't pretty bad
But an hour later she come back
Ears up and then I heard her dad
He was bucked up with his pump pumped
Hoping he doesn't blow my head off
Like his daughter did to me with a s** s**
I better run strut from the guns rut
I said i was good behaving
Saying praying i won't be laying
In the dirt that evening and
Go leave my body there decaying
But it was all up in my mind
Paranoid cuz every sound
Was like the dropping of a dime
In the middle of the night
She gave me head 3 times
Maybe its a sign
But it said caution on the prime
But I went all in and made her cry
Chorus 2-
Verse 2- (Mr. Freeze)
MC Mister Freeze
Bending blistered knees
Empty nicotine figurines
Littering my rap study
(I don't even smoke)
I can bar in binary 1011101010
(binary sequence of next verse)
Making C.R.E.A.M. from C.H.E.E.E.S.E
Collecting Heaping Edible Earnings Every Second Easily
Like the boys I did it beastily
Iller than measles epidemiology
I'm a rapping icon prodigy
Phones ring its probably Kanye calling me
That's all I have written down
Chorus 3-
Verse 3- ( Robert 'just awful' Martin)
Oak trees I'm higher than
Fake friends I fire them
I'm just a kid with pimpin dreams
Downin 40s while sippin lean
I wake and say I'm awful
Then wake and bake some waffles
The ways I make this money
Will always be unlawful
See a heavy stack of cash
Take that sh** real fast
Hop in my fusion pressure
Pushin on the gas
Homies wanna smoke
But son I'll have to pa**
The bleezy while I'm feelin kinda sleazy
Call my baby mama and ask her if she miss me
I want this b**h to kiss me
Go ahead and try to diss me
Homies be there mobbin with me
I'm rated G like I'm on Disney
But more like a gangster
Richer than a Lannister
Cleaner than a janitor
What's that sh** I know that smell
I can make it rain in hell
But I got a better way to tell
In the future when you need some rea**urance..
Call your own cell phone and ask your dead body for it