letra de mista cool dude (extreme ear rape) - blip

{verse 1: collin smith}
rippa, rippa
super trippa, trippa
scuba diver flippa
you’re a stupid loser
ooga, ooga, booga
sippin’ sippin’ soupa
donkey got a ruger
rhino in an uber
i don’t really sleep
i just like to eat pizza
yeah, i see a train and i wish it would just hit ya
fire, fire bars
flyin’ flyin’ up to mars
eat a gallon of some lard
now my p–p is really (hard)
i like to drink gasoline
i drink it everyday and then i chase it with a black coffee
oh man, oh man, it really hurts to pee
but i did it outside and now i’ve grown an evil tree

[chorus: collin smith]
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like (poo)
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like
[verse 2: clinton smith]
there’s something in my b-tt
guess what, it’s a dipstick
kiss my sack, it’s covered in lipstick
i sucked his w-ng, and it looked like a fish stick
fl!ck a bic lighter on his nips, and i l!cked it
i’m finally back on a beat
this sh-t gon’ make me skeet
like holy sheet
i’m l!ckin’ on his feet
and man, it’s kinda sweet
like baba booey
you already know my pee pee kinda gooey
ratatouille’s chewy booty
hootie tootie disco cutie
i hate old people, and i hate the disabled
it’s 2023, who the fart uses cable?
i’m gettin’ g-ngb-nged by every horse in the stable
i’m on blip records, we’re the best label

[chorus: collin smith]
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like (poo)
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like (poo)
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like (poo)
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like
[verse 3: jacob watson]
kidney got stones
passin’ blood in toilet bowls
whoa, got a mad stack
b-tches rap with wack flows
p–p like cracker jacks with kernels in my cr-p
hoes suckin’ on my sack
stash crack in the trap
you know, you know
money whiplash
whipped cream on my ass crack
smoke crack out my fat ass fast, yuh
smokin’ meth until my death
i’m in debt from the money that i spent
my squidward shoes worth more than your motherf-ckin’ rent
streakin’ down the sidewalk
p–pin’ out my hole
hot dog jacket, make the b-tches lose control

[pre-chorus: collin smith]
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like
[outro: collin smith]
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like
hey, dude
mista cool dude
eatin’ all my dog food
i can barely look at you
you are just like

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