Weird a** flow on some weird a** beats
Weird a** clothes shoes on the wrong feet
I'm so sick I must have aids
Im a player but I never got laid
Maybe it's because hoes ain't worth the trouble
Lost my mind change the world into rubble
Order a scotch and make it a double
If you ask me if I'm insane
It's a no not a yes
If you ask me my name
I tell you I'm blessed
But too bad that I'm not really religious
Even though my b**h is kinda prestigious
That makes me kinda suspicious cuz
Maybe I picked her from the trash
When I bashed
My head into her a**
Then I picked the stash
I should sell in cla**
Wait now I've got rash
Let that b**h burn to ash, after I smash
And splashed my cum into her eyelash
Ow wait she's got a moustache
And I must ask
If she speaks basque, cuz all the b**hes from spain
Have mask to hide their moustache
Swagh
Ey hollup
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Seeing demons leaving semen on her forehead
Evil beating weakens screaming of that who*ehead
In the heathen region I'm jesus of warheads
Grieving over people is treason to the four heads
But then those four heads don't have the same foreheads
Which don't really make sense just like this song
But it belongs to the creeps and the sheeps who belong
In a purgatory like hong kong (f**ing Chinese people)
My lyrics don't make sense to you
But I'm not in the mood to give the pen to you
You gave me a b**hslap I might give ten to you
Y'all motherf**ers need jesus amen to you
And that b**h said ‘im into you'
I might give her an interlude
Like tiller in the institute
For broken hearts and kiwi fruit
Yeah whatever
Drop it again
[Hook]