[CHORUS]
[AV]
I don't give no thoughts to these thots
We just talk a lot
All them bitches up on my cock
So we fuck a lot
Keep my mind off doomsday clock
So we fuck a lot
Alphabet, a force that can't be stopped
We the Juggernaut
[JEEB]
Ima fight you, you can't fight me
Got my lawyers up your heiney
Up the back
Where he at?
I'm on my cloud yeah, you can't find me
My girl's off her meds again
She cried and give me head again
Shit is fucked so I rough her up
Then I'm reaching for my medicine
I wasn't shooting to kill
Zimmerman, hope that you filled out your will
I'ma rid the world of ill
Bringing you peace in the form of a pill
It ain't easy keeping it trill
Purple drinking Kool-Aid, Jonestown thrill
Drink it up till you have your fill
Then I'll let you in on what's the deal
It goes
24/7 on the doomsday clock
World world class haircut, only leave the top
Sterilize, euthanize, cream of the crop
And we prap-a-pop-pop and the normies will drop
Cause their cell phone is a time bomb
They won't die young, but they won't live long
Got my bank roll on my mind, son
Get my Waymo and we ride on
[Chorus]
[JEEB]
Yeah
Lie with me
Cry with me
Soon you will die with me
Miserly piracy
Fuck all your privacy
Close to Insanity
Irwin’s seen better days
Crikey, a manta ray
Assault and battery
See you on Saturday
Dick in secretary
Thank you miss Natalie
Triple her salary
Murder her family
Grease up with margarine
Easy to get it in
All I can do is win
Is that unsettling
Silicone veteran
Rolling and Dennis, son
Pussy and venison
Get me my medicine
Digital bedouin
Scraping the sediment
Hannibal Lectering
Nuking the testies
Harder than heroin
I can rest easy
I'm wiping baka gaijin
chrome killing pink
The kill makes me think
Oops that’s my kink
(oops thats my kink)
[Young Daddy Twizz]
Uh
Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch
Uh
Yeah you know the boy is rich
Uh
Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch
Uh
Yeah you know the boy is rich
Uh
Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch
Uh
Yeah you know the boy is rich
Uh
Daddy Twizzler's in the bitch
Uh
Yeah you know it's not a glitch
Bitch don't give me hate
Bitch don't be so crass
I pull a .38 and pop a cap in your ass
But don't worry son, if I shoot I won't miss
Put the gun to your head, pull the trigger like this
Sweat burnt walls
With your boots turning red
Yeah stop shooting
Bitch you gonna eat lead
Yeah start running
Tell everyone you fled
Yeah keep playing, bitch, you end up dead
(Yeah keep playing, bitch, you end up dead)
[Calico]
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