Jacob Satterlee aka Mc Jake the Snake - Goodnight b**hes lyrics

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Jacob Satterlee aka Mc Jake the Snake - Goodnight b**hes lyrics

(Verse 1) You can't see me and your b**h s**s so much co*k she's got that HIV. I'll kick your a** for all that sa** then i'll go smoke a bowl then bury your a** in a hole my heart is dark as coal so i got a dark soul I'll kick your a** in a wrestling ring i love to rap and sing you motherf**ers are so lost you couldn't find yourself on bing stop rhyming about your car and get back on your bicycle and go ching ching. Hoes s** so much co*k their stomachs are full of cum they Need a f**ing tum. You rap about all that money you got but your just a bum you ain't got no cash no lump sum. I like to smoke pot but i'll stick kick your a**es like i'm an autobot (Hook) Say goodnight b**hes your going into ditches you motherf**ers Are going to have stitches i'm getting sick of u rapping about your Riches (Verse 2) I'm grewsum and your b**h s**ed co*k and swallowed cum motherf**er your a bum your b**h likes co*k she goes yum I'm gonna slaughter this beat while your b**h is eating my skeet I don't know the word defeat my sk**s is something i'll never deplete I'm gonna slaughter those f*ggot rappers cuz all they are is motherf**ing a** tappers they need to quit rapping about all that a** They tap when they know darn well they just sit in their chair and fap I'm saying sh** that makes no sense but i ain't dense b**hes wanna battle but i'll kick their a**es and shake them like a baby rattle (Hook) Say goodnight b**hes your going into ditches you motherf**ers Are going to have stitches i'm getting sick of u rapping about your Riches (Verse 3) I'll push a b**h into a ditch i'll give that b**h some stitches i love putting them in ditches you gonna sh** your britches when i say i haunt b**hes i f**ing hate snitches they're b**hes who i throw into ditches and have stitches. I eat sleep beat my meat then go slaughter a beat. f*ggots think they got so much power buy yo this is their final hour like R-Kelly they give b**hes golden showers your sk**s are more tragic than blowing up the twin towers