Hooligan Chase - CHASECOWBOY lyrics

(Mhhhhhh) (Ay, I feel like Rey Mysterio in this b**h, finna hit a 619 on the hoes) (One time! Follow me tho) (Yeah) (Shake that a** ho) (Shake that a** ho) (What you say?) (What you say?) Ay, 10 fat b**hes in a mansion b**h I'm Charles Manson Hop up in that booth and throw a tantrum Yo momma think I'm handsome, she treat me like her grandson Sneak up in that p**y, she get f**ed by Danny Phantom (Danny Phantom) Young hooligan beat his meat (yup) Nut between her lips, it be hard for her to speak (yah) Then she take my dick and she start to brush her teeth (why?) b**hes on my dick and off my dick ‘cause I'm a geek f** a math cla**, b**h, I'd rather grab a** (true) p**nos and my pet turtle and my backpack (yah) Its called a backpack, not a f**in' nap sack Imma slap yo a** b**h, tell me what the f** is that (yuh) I be off some d**, I be walkin' round wobbly Said she wanted flowers, but I gave her marijuana leaves They say if you gettin' high, then do that sh** responsibly (yuh) b**h, f** that sh**, I do my life irresponsibly (yeah, yeah) f** the whole world, slap a b**h with a turkey leg (wow) I'mma eat some waffles after that a couple percocets Need some good luck, finna rub on Eddie Murphy head Told her it's my bedtime “But it ain't even 7:30 yet!” (Okay....?) Yeah…? But I'm tryna watch the looney tunes If you still here, I'll be lookin at yo b**bies, boo f**in' hate babies, I don't wanna hear that goochie goo I'mma wife ya auntie if her p**y smell like juicy fruit Tryna get a b**h off, but I ain't a lawyer (naw) b**h I'm broke as f**, bump my cigarettes for quarters (yuh) Fourth grade I caught p**y playin' my recorder Call her s**leberry Finn, ho, I feel like tom sawyer I'm an alien, don't compare me to them other guys I'll be in the backyard, smokin', catchin' bu*terflies Come in for a sandwich, then I sing yo son some lullabies Soon he fall asleep, I'll be rubbin' on his mother's thighs I dont trust b**hes like I don't trust the government I'm tryna turn my oven off, I don't know where the bu*ton is I found it, take my dinner out, and smack her with the oven mitt I can finally cross off “f** a midget” from my bucket list Momma told me clean my room Momma just ate some shrooms Slipped and dropped my brain Goddamn, I think I need a broom Bring yo b**h to evil doom Not before we leave the moon Kinda like her cheap perfume Someone pa** the weed cocoon I don't give a f** (give a f**) I don't give a f** (give a f**) I don't give a f**, naw I don't give a f** (give a f**) I don't give a f** I don't give a f** I don't give a f** b**h I don't give a f** (ahahahaha) (And I got a f**in' cold, b**h)