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VERSE 1
Down near the laundry mat
Okay all i have is a bat
Need i remind you im an animal
Another male
Giving people's spinal fluid in a dog pail
My rights
To hit you and k** you and get very excited
Your mother's invited, I'm lyrically indited
To take a line rewind it and make a beeline behind you
While you write an incomplete freestyle
Im lyrically entitled to be wild
You know who no one's closed to? youssef in closed coatrooms
He is still provoked to slit throats soon
Choke you in a coat and clothes room
Now he's trying to dispose bros in an old rose bush
O my it's so gross he almost
Put her corpse in cold pulled pork. [taylor]
Now ain't that a celebrity roast
VERSE 2
Now listen to me, when its mealtime
Run right behind the field line, head in a beehive
Start doing a senile, with three knives
[hair dryer and nail filer] ha
She's right there now fiddle with her dimples [weirdo]
AND right there put a hammer and sickle to her earlobes
[yo this chicks 3 hundred years old]
Do her till she ain't got air
Draw on her body polka dots there
And take that moldy b**h with her saggy tits
To where a movie is yea go to the rave
sh** make sure to get her on video tape
Crap, make sure to wear a cape take the narrow escape
VERSE 3 “fu*k A BEAT'
You hate me, good, im ready to rip the hindquarters
Of your own rhinestone shirt
Because your rhymes dont work
IM A psychopath so suffer my full wrath
If i commit suicide my ghost would come back
To a morgue at morn back for more
Drag a person corpse over a new gorge
And after i spit a verse leave bodies on a porch
Happy Halloween you didn't see me trick or treat
So i say trick and yo mamma came out
[ so mature still makin jokes about mothers.]
I make green manure the allure see a juror
Playin pranks throw 8 eggs at yo face like justin beiber
Now throwin straight from augusta mothaf**a
Ha ha