Ill Will - The Run of the Dons lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Will] Nick Tylka, you are a bag of douche Pat cravens would f** u in the a**, till your a**hole is loose I'll bring a video camera and tape it so i have the proof Beat your a**, hang you from a tree, yes ill bring the neuce ND is better than Pat's. and thats the f**ing truth Oh call us gay, say a Don blew a dude But in fact, your the ones who blow Beat your a** easy, and your quarterback is tebow Fist on his forehead, one knee on the ground I'm the f**in sh**, im the king, wheres my crown No drug test, we're smokin weed by the pound I'll f** you in the face, so who's s**in dick now But lets face it, pats it the best they drink more One tequila, two tequila, three then more Right hook, eyes shut, knees buckle, u hit the floor We'll f** ya whole school up, thats why my dick is sore I'm nasty lyrically, like Thor is with a sword I'm naturally built tough, label my flow ford U no whos tough? sean thompson on the book of face Im a monstar like them dudes in the jam of space Yes we'll fight you, just give us the time and place Your a rabbit, i'm a turtle, b**h i win this race Find you in the woods and then drink your case Toss your body in the river, leave your a** without a trace Yes you f*ggots, i know i'm gettin rude Ill still beat your a**, go to jail, like them kids who beat that asian dude I can keep going, yup i think im in the mood I love rappin, like gilante loves food I love talkin sh**, and i love drinking booze I get more p**y than n******gs pullin triggers Because im not a f*ggot, and my dicks also bigger But in the end we're still gay ha go figure Well its gettin kinda late, and my dick and my right hand are going on a date To a p**n website, to find vids with lots of rates Wait, your fat and your talkin sh**, plea**e go and lose so weight Yes, im a ginger, yes the rumors are true We f**ed your b**hes over, so they went and f**ed you Bout to go take a nap, if you like pats, then f** you too