Uh, was always and quick-witted But somethin' was always missin' six digits Lucky probably poppa Little nigga so they picked on him, him changed when I hassled back, so David hit the with this grapple rap Snapple fact: you rather While I am poppin' a snappin' crack So high you could see Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts Matter I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder sniffle season genius, go hard and spit bits of semen So when the street is split, don't act surprised, with it The Gang of and creeps and Crips Is as Dawson's Creek and shit I pray got gills either that or grab some floaties I know I got skills, why you think I'm boastin' tell these faggots to stop naggin' Cause them Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
Uh, was always fucked up as with it But I didn't cross the line until the hit it, troll I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' Uncle Mervin y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent I to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon Wearin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban I drive white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin' Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick drunk off English Bourbon I'm purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon And the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German I'm squirtin' while I'm and regurgitatin' From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they servin' My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a So bitches hate to do me like it's community service This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in bitch
I'm back on my six sick shit Flowin' the blood out the competition's slit wrists She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, at ya She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Fed her acid now the duct tape back at her Hello Heather feathers now you ain't laughin', huh
Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the of the boat While I fill you up with semen the Wolf Gang team and Flowin' like the creampie inside of daughter Oughta eat the bitch with and wash it down with a gallon of water I the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it And dip her teeth in molds and flossed the shit Fuckin' spittin' box of trees, got you niggas Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's Ironin' you now it's time to starch the shit Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and a shark in it Find a abandoned garage and go to park in it Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, my knife out, sharpen it Stab him, put a on it, pour unleaded gas on him Get the Zippo and spark the Hop in the van and then depart the bitch Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have it