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letra de bowling - christmas distrack - docter rorp

[verse 1: docter rorp]
you’re too f-cking mobile
i’m kidding, i’m trolling
b-tch, i’ll take your ass bowling
b-tch, i’ll f-ck your b-tch like i’m bowling
b-tch, i’ll stick my d-ck in your b-tch like i’m bowling
b-tch, you’re mobile like i’m motherf-ckin’ bowling
f-ckin’ your b-tch, we’re bowling
f-ckin’ your b-tch, i’m bowling
b-tch, i’m trollin’ your b-tch
yeah, f-ckin’ up your b-tch
f-ck that b-tch up in the ass like i’m bowling, ahh

[interlude: docter rorp]
hold up, hold up
hey, engineer? producer?
can i get the beat switch in here?
like, right around the sector, this portion, this footprint, the section
that’s that good sh-t
that, that sh-t’s what i’m motherf-ckin’ talkin’ about
aye, aye, aye, aye, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, okay, okay

[verse 2: docter rorp]
boy am i thankful, christmas
f-ckin’ b-tches
chris is the boy, and animal fries taste delicious
sittin’ eatin’ boys, but they stay too mobile
i was f-ckin’ k!lling yannis, i’ll choke him, he stepped on my forces
how is that for your sneak diss, i’ll f-cking burn you you disgusting f-ck
i’ll f-cking k!ll you
f-ckin’ your b-tch and i don’t know what to do
f-ckin’ your b-tch and it’s christmas, too
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
i’m not coming, i aimed and smeared it on her b00bs
salaar, your dad’s a great driver, i loved him
and you used too much low pass filter you f-cking b-tch
i’ll f-cking k!ll you and drink all your nyquil
then p-ss on you in the car, cherry up your pants so it looks like you p-ssed yourself
i’ll f-cking k!ll rj, he lives in california
boy, i’d love to go to an old, good old-fashioned, uh, land
what am i now? i’ll f-cking stab you b-tch
aye, f-cking k!ll yung dimitri, he’s a f-cking b-tch
i’ll slice open his throat and fill it with rubber cement
b-tch
[verse 3: kurimuzon]
f-ckin’ that b-tch, like i be bowlin’
christmas is back, heads will be rolling
eating my breakfast, drinking the nog
sink those b-st-rds, they’re more like little dogs
yannis, britten, rj, call it a menagerie
the three all together make a catastrophe
con inviters come in and lying baiters
we aren’t haters, just eat taters
shout out to my girl natoxia

[verse 4: white chocolate cars]
f-ckin’ your b-tch like i’m bowlin’
’cause, g-d d-mn, you know that we’re bowlin’
it’s christmas, time for some hips
you know that we’re f-ckin’ bowlin’
it’s a trio of friends forever who love to eat bagels
han, rorp, and carson [?] nagel
yes, that was a self-dox, b-tch!
it’s a season of hoistin’ people up
but some of these buzz-bizzers bringin’ people down
shout out to the pokémon anime blast sleep over
hey, good luck to yannis, rj, or britten gettin’ invited over
f-ckin’ your b-tch like i’m bowlin’
’cause, g-d d-mn, you know that we’re bowlin’
[outro]
hi
mama mia!

- docter rorp

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