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[verse 1]
just in case you didn’t know
i’m the chilliest man alive
i got b-tches on my d-ck
tryna suck me till i die
i got money in the bank
got money on my thigh
i got million dollar watches
round my c-ck with the time, put a
saddle on my shaft
i’ll take ya for a ride
but i’mma get high
and drink while i drive, yo
i hope ya don’t mind
i got dat loud ish
betta bring ya ear m-ffs
if ya out with the kid
got dat cadbury creme
egg wrapper on my d-ck
all these ray bradbury
-ss rappers on my sh-t
i’m like gtfo
and lock da f-ckin do’
you a f-ggot -ss b-tch
and ya mother is a hoe
you know how i know?
cuz l was at your home
last night with ya moms
with my d-ck up in her nose
both nostrils at the same time
don’t ask me how i did it
but i used a b-tter knife
to split my d-ck down the center
and when i finished
i just sewed that sh-t up
now i got that franken-weenie
i’mma put it on a bun, with da
ketchup and mustard
chilli and relish
all the f-ckin way, so
i can make these b-tches jealous
you ain’t never gonna have
a f-ckin d-ck like me
hangin lower than my knees
down to my nikes
hunnies on the block
tryna drink my pee
if they underage, i just
nut in they ice cream

[verse 2]
good and fast cars
good and fast money
hunnit raw shrimps
in my big fat tummy
dontcha dare mistake me
for a b-tch -ss dummy, give
me any old riddle, and
you will not stump me
i am a godd-mn g*nius
you a stupid piece of sh-t
and you still believe in jesus
i’m that g with, the
bags that got the rocks in ’em
i accept cash or hummers
through the acid wash denim
when i shoot my wad
there’s an infrared dot with it
chris kyle gave me head’n
then he got shot in it
y’all some sheep
i’mma pop the whole flock in a
minute, when i’m harder than some
crocs with a jock in ’em
i am not livin’
i am dead on the inside
kinda like chris kyle is
on the outside, i’m
less stable, than
les claypool, jackin
off to pics
of that b-tch, mary mabel
cables
wrapped around my neck
f-cked up on meth, havin’
s-x with a war vet’s
corpse, on the floor
gettin more head, floorin’
it with michael rapaport
in his corvette
listenin’ to fourtet
snorin’ on you wh-r-s, yes
rims blacked out
like my cortex – i am so gorgeous
in just four texts, i
could make you wh-r-s forfet
your virginity
are you bored yet?

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