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t.f.d.p. - trent hunter lyrics

ughhh

i thought i told y’all to leave me the f*ck alone

hawk tuah

mhmm

haha

when do i ever let sh*t slide motherf*ckers?

never, haha

oh, johnny cash dressin’ black, yeah, i hate chrome too
why the f*ck alyssa’s mom always gotta be so rude
she like, “trent you a punk, f*ck around and get messed up.”
um excuse me ma’am, why’s your left eye always brusied
does mr. ryan’s d*ck look like that when you pull his jeans down and your face gets… screwed
boom, now i got you flabbеrgasted
yeah dang ole don’t cry about it littlе pansey
b*tch i’m trent the hooligan from the deep south
i’ll bring the bar of soap and say you gotta dirty mouth
so tell me ma’am what was your initial plan
i think it back fired like my uncle terry’s trans am
are you a strict mom or you just tired of me ma’am?
did i just diss a b*tch or a fully converted trans man d*mn
almost picked a drake beat k!lling you was god’s plan
you looked out for this church why you pray before hand?
yeah you thought your threat was definitely gonna smash now i’m burnin’ your ass like a sl*t who walked up into sunday school… class
congratulations, pat on the back at the end of this song won’t be takin’ the l pack
yeah, miss alyssa somebody told me that you want me back
and they’re like, “yeah bro somebody go and get the body bag.”
a f*ckin’ body bag for what this was love assassination
she got her younger siblings hatin’ on her at this second
the only fact i see is me inflictin’ a f*ckin’ fatality
silence, i will k!ll you on the track that’s no *n*logy (vroom)
love suicide, yeah you picked it up and done it with your hand up your ass like achmed and jeff dunham
no strings attached, still yo moma’s puppet
you sound like a m*th* f*ckin’ billie jean spokesman
you cried so d*mn much your grape vines are prolly waterlogged
but your not my only girl so get the h*ll out of my f*ckin’ car
yeah you made your own bed with yo moma lyin’ in it
i’ll bet your headstone will read, “death of a heartbreak”
you put a whole new meaning to the term underground
‘cause i devoured you and pushed you out the end of my *n*l bowel
you the sh*t now, only rap before i flush it
you picked the wrong f*cker to break up with in public
you want the spotlight mrs. topic of discussion?
but instead you got b*tch smacked by a buck toothed m*th* f*cka
so will the real trent hunter please stand up?
y’all about as useless as a prius made truck
next time you call me i won’t even have to duck
‘cause what’s a pair of scissors to a chainsaw bruh?
yeah i heard your dad’s defending you, “nice move sweety”
he looks like he emerged up out of dj khalid’s booty hole
nice beard man what kind of carpet dye you use
do you always gotta smell like you f*ckin’… use?
this man just drank a monster now he thinks he’s going savage
shootin’ at me with a bb gun all the way in nebraska
yeah b*tch raise h*ll and get the cornhuskers
yeah i know i’m white, but not the white house bruh
i don’t know no politics the only kind of tics i know are always suckin’ on my b*lls like your daughter ho
dog the only time i beat around the bush is with alyssa
i be grabbin’ steaks and takin’ them to cook ‘em what you stupid?
yeah this time i cannot save you from your own family
that’s like sayin’ you run sh*t with two prosthetic legs
yeah i get it, yeah i get it, yeah you want me havin’ no bars
you want me to be the one who slingshots your baby girl far
but that ain’t gonna happen, why you tryna shake n bake with me
you just a decoy father
mr. ryan with fakest sh*t
somebody grab a clean shirt and send it to this dweeb
you look like whoopi goldberg back in 1993
i bet you got made fun of back when you were a teen
yup, yup

i bet you got made made fun of back when you were a teen

118, hahaha

- trent hunter lyrics

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