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lirik lagu intrusive thoughts – alex schor

[intro]
(slajidi, turn me up)

[chorus: alex schor]
b*tch, i’m jesus, i turned water into pee*pee
drunk as f*ck, i was supposed to be the dd
man, i have beef with the people that make reese’s
rather get a mouthful of the crackhead’s feces
no makeup on? b*tch, you look like a man tonight
f*ck toilet paper, i just spit on my hand and wipe
i just beat up a cripple, he had no hands to fight
acted g*y in chick*fil*a and got banned for life

[verse 1: yuno miles]
in chick*fil*a with the chicken
this ain’t no kfc but it’s finger*l!ckin’
my momma bought a house, it ain’t got no kitchen
why the f*ck i’m always mopping? ’cause i stay slippin’
i got glue on my hands, i got glue hands
kick the f*ck out a n*gga like jackie chan
this n*gga never growing up, he peter pan
b*tch, i feel like goku, going super saiyan

[verse 2 digbar]
man, i’ll box a crippled n*gga any day, i won’t back down
at the crib b*tt booty naked watching smackdown
my white friend said, “n*gger”, he identify as black now
my d*ck half*black and half*white, it’s like a fat cow
my granny told me she the number one plug, so i pulled hers
b*tt*naked at an nba game, i’m watching bulls spurs
i be jacking for my c*ck and my b*lls, man, [?]
i got a phd for swinging this c*ck, i went to school first
[verse 3: alex schor]
take a sick midget’s pills and place the meds high (what?)
no h*llcat, fart in my face and give me redeye
gotta confess this and just get it out my head
i farted at a funeral and blamed it on the dead guy

[verse 4: digbar]
it was true, i watched his fart come out his basket
he blamed the dead guy and then they wall went to the casket
he was dead as sh*t, i don’t really think he did it
then i looked back at alex, he was on the table sh*tting

[verse 5: alex schor]
they say, “how’d you know i was dominican?” those tight pants
they say, “wanna smash?” i’m exclusive to my right hand
they say, “pray to god before you sleep and say goodnight, man”
that’s why a statue of myself is on the nightstand

[verse 6: yuno miles]
feel like craig, ’bout to hit deebo with a brick
it’s friday, so you know it’s payday
it’s friday, i’m trying to have it my way
because it’s friday

- alex schor

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