RAPTORS - 'Scallions lyrics

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RAPTORS - 'Scallions lyrics

(Senator Bumpington) SHUT UP, MAGGIE UH UH UH UH UH TITTIES 1,2,3 Gettin' head in cla**, you can call me a phrenologist b**hes starvin' for my dick like they were Jamestown colonists I'm a realist, b**h But I don't do much painting Huffed propane for an hour, yeah Without even fainting Spit my verse in church And they called it Black Magic Francis heard RAPTORS And said we couldn't be Catholic RAPTORS spreading legs Call it the Great Schism We'll chop off your head And convert your kids to RAPTORism Aw tits I'm takin' Tylenol bong hits Bump and Rybz at your door And we're here for your kids UH I got big RAPTOR claws UH I got big RAPTOR jaws Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah I'll make you feel bad By calling out your flaws I stay dirty AH You can call me the Grouch RAPTORS all up in your house, yo Like we was your couch Deadly on the air So we're radioactive Get on rich b**hes faces Like we was Proactiv Call haters hot potaters Cuz they're gonna get dropped RAPTORS eating horny b**hes Like we was triceratops If you're having RAPTOR problems You should probably run We're gonna hatchet your brain Rap game Gary Paulson RAPTORS make you move Like eminent domain Salty and sweet Like feminine lo mein Work at the Taco Bell Cuz I rap under pressure Call me Don fel**tio Cuz I'm always a pleasure (Gorgeous Steve) It's ya boy Greasy D Half-cousin to Greasy C I'm heading to the sleazy-3s Where I'm making b**hes wheeze As soon as they get a peek at F-D-R Ain't got nuthin to fear but fear itself My dick's putting loaves of bread On your local food shelf In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost RAPTORS getting hot like your momma's pot roast b**hes call me catnip Cuz I'm making pussies squirm Ravishing your insides Like a schizophrenic s**m They want FDR But I don't know if they're ready When you see my dick You'll think you saw the Yeti RAPTORS played the Vatican in 1994 Not even John Paul kept his feet on the floor Call me Father and Reverend Gorgeous Steve Even Castro and Gorbachev genuflect to me f**ing Martin Luther And his 95 theses RAPTORS make you wear the brown robe Like Assisi Our Father, who art in heaven RAPTORS ain't kosher Cuz we like our bread leavened And our women, porked And drowned in gin RAPTORS will euthanize you à la Kevorkian (Ted Mils) Yo the names Ted Mils I read a lot of Scientology I'm coming in your Virgos f**ing up your Astrology I spot the Seven Sisters and the Pleiades My body is a temple, b**h Now get on your knees Yo, I slayed Goliath I'm that c*nt that sacked Rome Watching Animal Planet While you're giving me dome I got blood on my grail Got bodies on my lawn Yo, RAPTORS got more b**hes than Babylon But I'm a Christian boy I believe in Reaganomics And you, b**h got more issues Than a Marvel comic So light the candles, and start the sermon Got a beard like Jesus But I'm a full-blooded vermin