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[Verse 1]
Ayy, pop like a marmoset
This bitch playin' hard to get, ayy, ayy, ayy
I come in like armageddon
She said, "Nah, I wasn't ready", ayy
Like uh, do you get the gist?
RAF, I take a piss
IDGAF, I take the piss, uh
Everybody come and taste a kiss, uh, ayy, ayy
I just flew around the state and I ain't bored
I just won the White People Choice Awards
It's been said that God is dead
Then what did he die for?
Keep your eyes open, whore
[Verse 2]
I just popped a Percocet, what? Okay, okay
I am not a Mexican, what? Okay, okay
Let's get it, son, let's get it, what?
Let's get it, son, let's go
I'm not even buzzed, I'm just zooted, you a hoe
You for real? Ayy, I just did 10 squats
That's a lie
I'm a liar, it's compulsive
I'm impulsive
[Verse 3]
I got a fucking donkey, yeah
I'm big in the Tonka truck
Bitch, you don't even got no up
You don't even get bitch to fuck
You don't even get bitch to fuck
Yeah, you don't even know how to be damn lit
You don't even know that bitch, uh
You don't even know how to fit, uh
You don't even know how to slit, uh
I'm a King Boo, I'ma ghost you, yeah
You be smellin' like you tofu, yeah
Yeah, I be actin' like I know you, yeah
But all I really wanna say is "Fuck you", yeah
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GOD IS DEAD ("Vocals")
03:06
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just kidding, we're perfect
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[Verse 1]
Fuckin' all these hoes
Fuckin' all these hoes like I really gotta know
Fuckin' all these hoes
Fuckin' all these hoes like they're really on the show
Fuckin' on these hoes
Fuckin' on these hoes, yeah, fuck you, Joel!
Fuckin' all these hoes
Fuckin' these hoes on Snapchat
"Me when my corpse arrives in the show but she hates SpongeBob"
[Verse 2]
Fuckin' all these hoes
Fuckin' all these hoes like I really gotta know
Fuckin' all these hoes
Fuckin' all these hoes like they're really on the show, bitch
Fuckin' on these hoes, bitch
Fuckin' on these hoes, yeah, fuck you, Joel, bitch!
Fuckin' on these hoes
"I think we need to talk to a woman"
[Verse 3]
Fuck you, bitch, yeah, you witch
You a bitch, she'll switch: Nintendo Switch
I got a fuckin' itch, got the bitch
Yeah, I got the bitch
She a witch, on God
For real, for real, for-
"She's a 5, but she votes for Biden"
[Verse 4]
I don't really wanna fuckin' think about it
I just pooped mysefl and I just pooped mysefl and
I don't really wanna poop mysefl again
But I'ma do it twice and I'ma do it thrice
And I'ma do it couple hundred fuckin' times
And I'ma poop mysefl the hardest I can try
I just pooped mysefl and I used AI
I just pooped mysefl and I used AI
"It's like he's saying random shit and then looking for white woman, it's not my fate"
[Verse 5]
I hate women, I hate women, I hate women
I hate women, I hate women, I hate women
I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding
I'm not kidding, I'm not kidding, I'm not kidding
I don't really wanna poop mysefl again
But I'ma do it twice and I'ma do it thrice
And I'ma do it couple hundred fuckin' times
And I'ma poop mysefl the hardest I can try
"Anya, my wife is dead and my money, and lost all of it betting on horse racing"
"If I had that money and fucking drove off a cliff"
"What the fuck are the vocals? They sound a lot more alien than I intended"
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just kidding
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[Verse 1]
And we're Guided by Voices, I hear them in my head
I hear in my bed, Ghostbusters are dead
I can't lie when I saw her that very day
I relate with Rod Flanders, I think Marge Simpson made me gay
Ayy, season 17, episode 14, have you seen it?
Get Sideshow Bob on the remix
Boom, boom, boom! This is Griselda shit
Magic in the toilet, I take Zelda shits
I text from you, my heart is hurt
Didn't anybody tell you the bird was the word?
Ayy, MILF sly as a fox, your bitch I'll dox, I'll take you underground
I just graduated from White People College, cap and gown
I won White People Choice Awards, White People World Tour
White people, therefore, I should fuckin' make-
Happy New Year, Merry Christmas
Aidan CrazySponge is rizzless
But I'm getting kind of restless, ayy
Like Gilbert Gottfried taking a piss test
[Verse 2]
Yeah, mm, bruh
Mm, yuh, I like to bruh
I'll fuck your bruh, I fucked your muh
I fucked your mama up
Bitch, you got this, bruh, bitch, you got this fuckin' snob
Bitch, you got this fuckin' stub, bitch, you got a fuckin' snub
Grub, Grubhub, uh, uh-uh
Bitch, I'm sayin' no, bitch, you smell like poo-poo
Bitch, you got that doo-doo
AUGHHHHHHH
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we're perfect
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JUST KIDDING.
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.WE'RE PERFECT
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