文本歌词

N*gga this is my cup drink the cyanide up
D**e as f*ck so I would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost (F*ck it) put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt f*ck a couple rocks in the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle eatin' toaster strudel at a nude beach in Rome
In a black-pink spaghetti strap made of Roman noodles
My b*tch is bad mixed with a thicky a**
Get my ****y rocky this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown mask on my face now I'm kicking a**
Life's a b*tch f*ck college mommy I am ditching class
I rather be happy then f*cking forty
So f*ck the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2D**e (They didn't like it)
Oh well let's get XXL to write us a f*cking story
It's sitting right in my lap I see it scribbled across the lines I read it
I'm the f*cking poet who knows it you know it you bogus
Comprehend the language you scared of war
I'm all anxious we got the Angus if you want beef
Now that's a burger for ya a** n*gga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya a** n*gga (Put on the cheese)
Now that's a burger for ya a** n*gga (Where's the barbeque sauce )
Now have that burger eat it fast n*gga
F*cking all get you some obviously intended pun
Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done
Custom made one of one sold out Roxy for some months
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
Started back in f*cking London cracker children wanted something
They could bump and punch a bunch and f*ck a face stumble
Now moshing pits to breaking arms Zombie Circus not a carn
Evil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed
Any sheep creep quiet tendered sleep