Don Cook - FTP3 lyrics

[Intro] Got your sister a** naked at the gas station Nipples lactating with her back breaking, she a bad patient The last operation, had her dad wasted Had his a** looking like a bad breakup, (SPLIT UP) Family prolly think he masturbatin in the shower But he really cowered in the corner for atleast an hour It's a powerful thing, to have that cowubunga ringtone Throw a beat down just to show you how to ring hoes [Verse 1] Sneak peek, to the pre-show With a fee lower than the trees in the spring Going in like a free throw, wait it's O'Neal So I guess I'm missing that sh** Finna be an underground cla**ic Take it off the rack, just to bury the plastic Can't tag me in a picture, cause the various masks I wear Scaring all the b**hes with my terrible bad-breath I'm spazzing, finna be an underground cla**ic Ma**ive attacks on the f**ers in my past That's the last of 'em, I got your mother wearing drag too Got a tattoo of a monkey doing mad shrooms Pupils dilated to the size of a half moon, - Rap's truth, so my brother ain't a bad dude He just sniffin coke off the crack of a baboon I sat through it, laughing at the fan moving Brother doing lines like a fan favorite movie A tan two piece, on your girl when she sweatin When I picture her without it, I done seen it already Penis on the wrong setting, skeeting confetti A celebration for a bust, like I'm squeezing some titties And if you think I rep my city, that's a laughable fact - I'd rather act like Saginaw is where my residence at Attending cla** to graduation is a difficult task My afternoons are filled ba*tards that could k** for a nap And I could k** for a napkin, to wipe that grin off your face I'll keep erasing at your brain till you be sh**ting in place And if I get to second base, you know I'll race to the plate I'll put your neck behind my razor like I'm shaving my face I'll get you cut, this is rap division and I'm the tenant My rent is overdue, it's cause my minutes are limited Got the president interested, my business is intimate Cause my dick is in your vision when you've finished the listening I'm the peasant, my debts to the record My only severance when my pencil got no lead in the end of it My a**essment is ten, b**h I'll never get less than it Sent a letter to the heavens to let me in Reminiscent of BIG's sh**, he never lived He gave a listen to my tape and begged for d**h again Pessimistic my wrist slit, my dick's in it Satan sent an invitation, I'm accepting it [Verse 2 - Outro] After you and I go at it I'll get into psycho habits I just might go rabid Like a cat exposed to biohazardous- -Chemicals, I get into medical school Just to pedal a fool, to give me his extra seditave tubes Yes I'm a Scrooge, ruining Christmas for the mentally screwed Got this dude Raul and he be producing edible music Chew into a CD and you'll see me in bed in the nude Bet I'll get sued by the student who really doing it too But ill excuse myself from the booth when the judge gives a cue Prove it to the fool the accused had never stepped in the room That a doobie? Pa** it to me Grabbed a groupie's a** But then I gagged because her crack was poopy Had to grab a tissue cause the b**h was laughing at a movie Hopped into a cab to Chattanooga, had to pa** the cooties Stabbed the hooter's cooter Cause her b**bs were looking flat and droopy Packed her moving body under the mattress I'm napping through it Say it back to me and don't lose me within the action Imagine you doing badder Than the one who actually rapped it to you Sad to see you flabbergasted, I asked you to rap it back Now grab the magic mic And slap a dyke to prove you have the pa**ion Back is in a spasm, my laughing caused an asthma attack Grabbed a bag and started gasping just to hack a sack of plastic That's what happened, I swear I get some a** in bathroom You ain't ever seen it, cause my semen's in her a**, Pastor I'm asking for forgiveness, this is me, I'm repenting my lyrics Spirits are my witness, I'm flipping the script, my hitlist is written If this isn't under ya skin in a minute I'm getting abundance of spinach to finish ya' This is my number ya' midget, now get a touch, I never judge What the f**? You got bigger buns than b**hes I never could f** with I'm livid you munchkin, she punched in the stomach I'm clutching my nuts cause they kicked up my gut And I'm huntin' the b**h so I could stick her in the oven, uh Hey, you the guy on the Wheatie box, surprisingly teeny co*k You decided you need a swap, just to hide it between your crotch You a guy for the teeny boppers, you're Miley when she was papa's The molly that she droppin that 'prolly increased her profit Common to see you sobbin', the problems are in your father, Billy So I can take you back to my car and we can drive out to Philly But I all I got is a permit, so my momma's having to ride it wit' me Maybe you can hop on the charter? Heard they stoppin for whiskey Pardon me, I think I'm lost within my train of thought Took a couple stops and now I'm positive my brain is throbbing Dropped a couple songs on the carpet, now they're leaving a stain Once you read my name on Spotify, never see it again Beavis getting trained just to bu*t heads, seething from pain Wonder what's for supper? Think I'll order red beans on a steak Dreaming of cake tho, cause everyday is my date of birth Making sure she sees me naked first, I'm been thinking of her This is part three of the first verse I'd ever pitch him Swore the only reason I started was that Jordan was sh**tin' We was spittin' back and forth And I responded with some boring writtens sh** was in a paragraph format and boy was it hideous That's when Mrs. Betsy let me in to start a record label Me, a poker table, and German, we invented the fable Got some tasty pop, and a laptop with extension cables Larry Cable Guy burger pot-chips, terrible flavor Adrian and I were vibing seperate, called Rapocalyptic I was positive that dropping writtens was a poppin' business We was optimistic, a lot was missing, but not our friendship Let me introduce you to music, I call it 96