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letra de rose for a lover - hydracoque

[intro]
ay, ay
ayo, where my d-ld- at?
(my bussy fat)
ayo, hydracoque
who the f-ck is that?

[chorus]
rose for a lover
these n-ggas gon’ suffer
i’m a prolapse-inducin’ male colon stuffer
eat p-n-s for supper
shoot s-m-n, no rubber
go harder, go rougher
rose for a lover
my n-ggas, my brothers f-ckin’ one another
rosebud out the bussy, rosebud for a lover
from couches to kitchens to under the covers

[verse 1]
n-ggas all over my peen (all on my peen)
i’m a g-y n-gga, f-ck do you mean? (f-ck do you mean?)
i go hard like i’m idi amin (idi amin)
with hiv, so my p-n-s ain’t clean
sippin’ and trippin’, all off of that lean
b-tch, i’m feeling sanguine in a g-y lucid dream
b-tch, i’m loose as a goose, but my lips sealed tight
what happens in the night gonna stay in the night (gonna stay in the night)
n-ggas’ lips slitherin’ all on my d’ (all on my d’)
jizz in my dna, g-y is written in me (written in me)
jizz in my nightly tea so i peacefully sleep
put your d-ck in my ass and i won’t make a peep
i use cum and not toothpaste when i brush my t–th
b-tch, i got a broadsword, i’m gon’ slide in yo’ sheath
take a bite out my p-n-s like bitin’ a heath
homicide on my p-n-s like ynw melly
if i can’t shower with men, then i’ma stay smelly
put that p-n-s in my throat so hard i can’t breathe
i run from the p-ssy like runnin’ from police
ain’t no hoes is allowed in my lotus elise (skeet, skeet)
all my n-ggas is h0m-s and freaks
we get kinky and stinky, not ‘nilla in the least
i play gicky gackers with men in my clapper (woo)
they moanin’ out tunes like a solo from zappa
[interlude]
-lecherous hyperh0m-erotic gluttony-
-miata collides with truck-
”that truck went right up my ass!”
(g-y n-gga)

[verse 2]
i got men on my mind
you can catch me slippin’ all the time
i get more erect with every rhyme
don’t want no clout, just want a p-n-s rubbin’ mine
b-tch, i’m a c-ck boy, bussy mound creeper
p-n-s stroker, bussy cum leaker
jonestown, heaven’s gate, p-n-s eaters
s-m-n fiendin’, prolapse pouchin’, cum completers
yeah, b-tch, i’m gather than y’all could ever mo’f-ckin’ fathom
k!ll myself during s-x and then return as a phantom
but pull up in a rolls royce ghost
ain’t coincidental, with g-y s-x i do the most
[outro: hydracoque & g-y_i]
oh my f-cking god, hydracoque, what the f-ck is wrong with you?
-laughs- what, g-y_i, what? i’m just havin’ a little fun, man, can’t we all?
-sighs- yeah, you right, man, i’m bein’ a little too uptight right now
poo poo p-n-s juice, n-gga sneed all over me!
uh, bleed all over me!
yeah, that’s the spirit, g-y_i, you got it
shoot your seed all over me!
yeah, make the mic peak as you sing!
we some g-y n-gga kings!

- hydracoque

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