S-Ra - f**ed Up (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] We now tune in to a live presentation of Miley Cyrus s**ing Terry Richardson's co*k...this is not the first time. I repeat...-static- Man, shut the f** up, let me explain! [Verse 1] "I am feeble in my mind" You take reason in behind If you like it then that's fine Terry's peekin', you divine "But I'm f**ing just sublime" And you take it down the chimes s**ing dick for forty five When they acting like they kind They just want your f**in' lines Welcome to the honeypot with f**in' Satan's little sign Then they got the nerve to ask if you okay Like b**h I eat a pile a day Get paid to play And I sacheted around Jay for f**in' three days on a damn plate Went to first base, hit right straight, done knocked fate and moved upstate You think I say more than I weigh My worth in gold and fame like I ain't fazed I saw this coming back before everything f**in' caved Down on your f**in a**es like Shaq and facists Pa**in' ga**es collapsing castles currently cashin' On an industry past ma**es and past mashes Like bashes on fashions and sh**ting on their mansions Madness and blackness before the golden palace Take malice and practice and you got yourself a motherf**in' canvas So sadness and slackness and won't bring me back to Kansas But hey, honey, what you got to lose? f**ed up vastness [Chorus] All that sh** that's really f**ed up You know what I mean You see all that sh** that's really f**ed up That's what I mean You know I think this all is really f**ed up But that's just me [Verse 2] Them directors with the cheddar Getting higher, gettin' better And the rap game that he fed her It's enticing to the letter But if you ain't never met her You're just dyin' in that sweater But if they just got back together Why he still f**in' that b**h heather? Cause he gonna get vendetta From his old ex Marietta Brother thought that he was cleva' Datin' a murder trending setter When he knows he's just hell bound But he wants his golden crown In something he'll fall down But he gon' come back around And he's gonna make you wish You never f**ed up wit' his town And for youngsters left to see Y'all better write this down Here we go again man, here we go again If you want a f**ing refund you should call me after ten [Chorus] All that sh** that's really f**ed up You know what I mean You see all that sh** that's really f**ed up That's what I mean You know I think this all is really f**ed up But that's just me [Verse 3] And he don' know if she's worth it With these very special forces "He should end up in a coffin With some downright endless torment" And some caution is important When he's snoopin' in the forest "He don't come here very often" Well that's because he's foreign He's explorin', he's tourin' Soarin' in Denmark, scorin' in Berlin Maybe that's why you hate him, cuz he's lucky every morning [Chorus] All that sh** that's really f**ed up You know what I mean You see all that sh** that's really f**ed up That's what I mean You know all this sh** is prolly' f**ed up Nothing is clean [Verse 4] Yo, if you want a shot you got it I can take you up a rocket You're the f**in' star here, I'm merely supersonic You might be on narcotics And be placed on a list for audit But as long as you're a rockstar Who gives a sh** about the process? b**hes claiming they are prophets "I was only joking, honest" Better wish onto a comet You gonna wish soon that you lost it [Chorus] See all that sh** that's really f**ed up? Do ya' know what I mean? Yes, all this sh** is really f**ed up Do you finally see? You know I told ya'll this sh** was really f**ed up But that's just me [Verse 5] This rap game is so f**ed But I think it's just starting And unless you bust a nut You know you'll never make the cut Come give me a hand darling Just give me a hand Let's toast to f**-ups and everything, man (hums chorus tune) [Outtake] From Wisconsin with love. a**holes...