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letra de homotoilet - blip

[intro: clinton smith}
yeah
hoo hoo
how close should i stand?
no bro!

[verse 1: clinton smith & collin smith]
yeah, you’re a p-n-s face
i’m sharting all over the place
i sent my p–p into sp-ce
fart so bad use it as mace
i have red p–p, it’s not funny
is it bad it’s always runny?
stink so bad make you a dummy
i eat p–p and it tastes yummy
armpit sweat drip down my arm
don’t get close, your nose i’ll harm
make your bathroom a pig barn
janitor walk in, say darn
they say i smell like trash
pull down my pants
show them my rash
if you don’t like blip you can kiss my (b-tt)
l!ck my toe and l!ck my (nuts)
this song go hard
i am a lard
i laughed too much
now imma shard
and it’s not funny
it’s all runny
pull down my pants
pick up a bunny
i pee red
hide under your bed
i am a sped
i fart, you’re dead
b-l-i-p
when i pee red is all i see
you are g-y, that’s all you will be
i do not sell my farts for free
diarrhea, yes please
and you know my ball sack is very hairy!
[verse 2: collin smith]
yeah
mkay
mg-y
yeah
imma try this again
pubic hair
pubic hair
what do you see?
i see a p-n-s head ball sack staring at me
my big booty hole open
p–p coming out
i pee out my nose and i p–p out my mouth
and i always have a toilet paper trail on my shoe
and a stupid little idiot fart face too
and i’m always freakin’ puking
go and get the broom
bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby
get out of my room (get out of my room)
pee pee b-lls p–p breath
you know that i am the best
i blew a fart right on your chest
i just got some new fake br–sts
i’m much cooler than the rest
and my nipples look like eggs
diarrhea k!lled my friends (bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby)
my ball sack exploded
i got my gun reloaded
my r-ct-m is all bloated
i took a cr-p, it floated
you know that blip is goated
the greatest song, we wrote it
i’m p–pening the toilet
[verse 3: jacob watson]
bobby, i want you to meet my colleague, dr. hamilton
and i’d like you to get the – out of here
g-ys are bad (g-ys are bad)
says my dad (says my dad)
grab my gun (grab my gun)
spray them like that (boom)
pride parades (pride parades)
i shoot ’em up (i shoot ’em up)
g-ys are stupid
yeah, g-ys are dumb
don’t like g-ys (don’t like g-ys)
straights away (straights away)
this ain’t no game
i’m not here to play
so don’t complain (don’t complain)
’bout opposition (’bout opposition)
you ain’t oppressed
stop your wishin’
you ain’t ‘gon get no rights (nope)
you don’t deserve them
you’re g-y
so they say you ‘gon be burnin’ for eternity (eternity)
don’t work for me
if you’re g-y, get out my face
i’m hurtin’ these
f-a-g’s
don’t mess with me
’cause i don’t like g-ys on my dang property (no i don’t)
they eat their p–p (p–p)
they smell their farts (farts)
and now they sit and die
i’m gonna k!ll them all

- blip

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