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letra de drunken misfits - frankie krupnik

[verse 1: frankie krupnik]
you know i crush sh-t cuss a little bit when i bust raps
throw a b-tch a bone and she bring it right back
came a long way since my first rap
got these hoes on my sack
like the bird lab
p-ssy had a fur hat
and i ain’t f-cking with that
keep chugging em back
she was chugging it back
make the chicks squack
when i hit her in the box with the c-ck
sh-t is hot i’m about to pop off

[verse 2: butane]
back up get down on my big c-ck
get your boy back home on his laptop
cranking off loads inside his tube socks
with the blinds down like some motherf-cking blue blocs
f-ck him i just finish you off
with a little bit of vodka
i trick you with pillow cuffs
i give you my buzzy shot
up in your wicked lock
b-tch that’s what you want?
b-tch that’s what i got

[verse 3: frankie krupnik]
yo i’m tailgating hoes up in traffic
i’m all up in that -ss b-tch
spit it hard no acid [obvious?]
burn a hole through your esophagus
you already know motherf-cker
we’re no c-ckblocking it’s just
me and butane spittin flames gettin dames wet
she was on the rag so i took a rain check
don’t once i ain’t leave a speck of evidence
excellent excellence my poetry is elegant

[verse 4: butane]
f-ck the course we can go all night
like a motherf-cking pan am rail out flight
so i grab the mic
and i grab a b-tch
as i bust down sweet lines on the map
it’s like the chilli peppers said it
you can suck my kiss
but i do you one better
you can suck my d-ck
as i’m dumping loads
in the back of your throat
like a finishing coat
that’s all she wrote

[verse 5: frankie krupnik]
i want p-ssy in abundance
booty looking like an onion
d-ck harder than a bun and
young gun trigger finger in your punster
and i’m like i rhyme
i don’t give a mother f-ck where you fry
p-ssy with a spliff l!ck
drunken misfit
the way i’m lighten up this trees is like its christmas
covering your lips with my blistex
never p-ss a p-ss test
b-tch i’m sicker than some incest

[verse 6: butane]
turn it up full blast get the speakers blown
call every chickies up on my iphone
hold place be pumpin like a common zone
make a d on the beat with the 49 keys
please
skeeze
drop to your knees
while i crush a f-cking six pack off with them jeans
a can speed it up and slow it down
eat it up and p-ss it around
get up on the merry go round
get up on the yucon[?] now

[verse 7: frankie krupnik]
i’m efficient equivalent to royalties
why these b-tches spoil me
lube the p-ssy now its oily
big frank sharper than a shank in the prison
[yar?] vocabulary villain blue ribbon b-tch
i’m goin hard on these motherf-cking beats
you ain’t heard hoe?
i mix the hash with the weed so it burns slow
and have another hit
now i feel immaculate
shot the k!ll macho man
b-tch im on the savage sh-t

[verse 8: butane]
bad behavior
i got me breaking rules
silent waver
i take you outta school
parted favours
i let you in the booth
and drop to your knees while i spit the truth
all up in you grill girl
let it spill girl
i’m always busting nuts getting some in your guts
cause i go where i wanna go
do what i wanna do
but they be sticking on me like some crazy glue

- frankie krupnik

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