Hit-Boy - Catholic lyrics

[Intro: Uncle Freddy] Ooooh Ooooh Ooh I said it's Uncle Freddy, drop dead k**er Dancing on your grave call it Michael Jackson's Thriller f**ing with my clique, she s**ing on my Ooooh my phone just died hahaha [Verse 1: Uncle Freddy] We in it again boys, ya ain't lose me yet I said it's Uncle Freddy oh what? I said it's Uncle Freddy, drop dead k**er Dancing on your grave like it's Michael Jackson's Thriller f**ing with my clique, she s**ing on my dick She ask me for my name, I said "b**h, it's Frederick" b**hes act reckless, say they want that action But when I'm in the streets, ya boy stays packing See me at your school dropping down my pants Catch me on twitter still flowing out my rants Shout out to Catholic Central! Your boys stay mental And the booty game? Sensational! Eat your girl out 'til the sh** done squirt Then I move to the booty, call that second dessert [Verse 2: Caveman Joe] Yo, it's Caveman Joe coming in hot What's up? f** your b**h hard, now she mine p**y mad tight, man she only 9 f** your mom, yea I'm a winner Her p**y smell like a f**ing clam dinner Yea I'm a sinner, a goddamn psycho Strapped to my leg, a f**ing rifle Crack a bottle on your face Spray you with mace, motherf**ers can't match my pace I'm on my medieval torture sh** Grab a scorch, and scorcher sh** It's Caveman Joe coming in hot on this beat Time to go back home, and beat the meat What's up? [Verse 3: Hay $tacks] I said these b**hes is hating, they can lick on my an*s I said I'm tired of waiting, I'm s**ing dick in my basement Man it's regular sh**, I'm popping Mollys and Oxys I got the Glock from my mommy and this T-Shirt is Tommy Said I'm riding in a Honda Accord, like it was '92 Sold that crack and my Blutooth just to get that [?] Ya already know what it is, Hay $tacks is back and Imma flip this pigeon Bad b**h, fat clit, big titties, mad dick Ya already know Imma f** this b**h on a mattress I'm back b**h! Ya already know, ya already know Imma s** your b**hes toe