rhyme king
break this shyt down
In the bed with two brain dead lesbian
vegetables
I bet you they become
heterosexual
Nothin' will stop me from molestin' you
Titty fukkin' you 'till your breast nipple flesh tickles my
testicles
Is what they said, to the two
conjoined twins
"How's it going girlfriends, you need a
boyfriend?"
You need some
ointment, just set up an
appointment
Who's gonna see the doctor first, we'll do a
coin flip
I just got my one year sobriety
coin chip
When the bad get goin', how bad does the goin' get?
Ba
-by, you shouldn't have any trouble rubbin' groins with
Each other, especial
-ly when you're joined at the hip
I'm goin' to get the needle and thread from the
sowin' kit
And attempt to separate 'em, and stitch them back at the
loins, shyt
You can be a permanent
fixture in my lyrical
mixture
I'm the miracle whip, a
trickster
My
signature sound when the tube of
lipsticks surround
I'm bound to put it on in an instant, wow, man
What an ensemble, what an assortment of phar-ma
-ceuticals
This
beautiful pill dust in my palm
Cuticles get
residue just from touching the bottle
Never knew I could remind me so much of
my mama
I cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher
knife on ya
The size of a sword, boy, I'm
like the fukkin' Red Sonja
Get it stuck
in your cornea, nice
knowin' ya Norman
You're
so fukkin' annoyin', drop
the shovel, boy
You don't know what the fukk you're doin'
I ain't playin' no
fukkin' more
Nick Cannon you prick, I wish you luck with
the fukkin' whore
Every minute there's a
sucka born
Snuck up on Malakai and made the motherfukkers suck
On a
shucka corn
Shucka, shucka corn, shucka corn
Hit
Jason in the face with
a hockey puck and told him it's fukkin' on
in highschool. i had the fukkin tape, still bump some joints on here. specifically still don't give a fukk.
