Budders - Budder Thoughts lyrics

Hey yo, I got a thing to say/ all you wack rappers is gay/ That's right f*ggot/ who's on first like Abbot/ now go and fapit/ just like the little b**h who is the wackest/ Man I may jerk but least I jerk with a pa**ion/ and I do it while dressed in yo dead mommas gucci fashion/ and everytime I jerk its yankin' around and starts mashin'/ man I'm mad and/ I'm also the talking Madden/ this time the NFL/ also little kids remember to rebel/ shoot these f**ers and f** em up/ then you grab them bu*ts/ start smoking bud/ then make yo b**hes start lickin' on c*nt/ and then make them go like f**/ then they gon get drunk/ and soon enough crunked/ then later they f**ed/ thats right b**h/ I'm on the mic b**h/ and thanks to it it's gon help me rich/ I don't want to brag/ buts thats alright as long as I get to entertain my fans/ and make them go like damn/ thats was a good jam/ whos that man?/ Budders you say?/ aw no way!/ well guess what its true/ I'm locked in my room/ making rhymes/ and commitin' crimes/ getting more headshots than Rick f**in' Grimes!/ b**h get in with the times/ lots a people bout to lose they lives/ I misspel sh**/ mainly to get ready too spit. I don't know why but it works/ but it does like that dumb blonde b**h who twerks/ and is more f**ed up than a McDonalds clerk/ stupid b**h can get a good guy even if she flirts!/ shes still a hoe with the herps/ I'm more crazier than herb/ grabbing kids/ and givin them popsicle sticks/ after awhile I stick in my dick/ but instead of that I just talk sh**/ and tell you all that y'all can lick/ are ready for it b**h?/ lick this dick/ s** sh**/ b**h better understand it/ if she wants to stay on this planet!/ b*tch!!!