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letra de poo poo head (nyanners diss track) - lord aethelstan

poo poo head (nyanners diss track) lyrics
[intro: patrick bateman]
you’re a f-cking ugly b-tch
i wanna stab you to death
then play around with your blood

[verse 1]
pink p-ssy cat
’bout to meet my f-cking gat
i could take you in the streets
or i could k!ll while you nap
i been doin’ how i do it
b-tch, you can’t even rap
i’m front and center on the stage
i put your ass up in the back
one little, two little, p-ssy, you got nine lives
boosted in my chevy, i could show you how my dogs ride
you a faker, a joker, a f-cking wussy
you could call me db cooper
’cause b-tch ya ain’t never touch me
dirty b-tch, ya house plant
never watered, let ’em wilt
you ain’t no kitty cat
ya k!ll yourself by drinking milk
garfield just called
he said he wants his swagger back
reddit just called
they said they want old nyanners back
i’ma do this blindfolded
b-tch, it ain’t hard to beat you
when did f-cking rappers start hanging out with lilypichu?
i could put you in the meta, i’m better
you cheddar, b-tch, i’m feta
by the time you get up, i’m fed up
so try to keep your head up
i’m playing rocket launchers
b-tch, you playing slappers only
oops, i think the cartridge broke
so you can come and try to blow me
i come in quick, i got the kdr to make you dip
i’d give ya ass the sticks
but we don’t even keep it plugged in
[chorus]
poo-poo head, poo-poo head
nyan a poo-poo head, a poo-poo head
poo-poo head, nyan a poo-poo head
eatin’ p–p for dinner, poo-poo head
poo-poo head, poo-poo head
poo-poo head, nyan a poo-poo head
poo-poo head, nyan a poo-poo head
eatin’ p–p for dinner, a poo-poo head

[bridge: nyanners & lord aethelstan]
first of—, f-f-first off
i wanna—, i wanna call a truce
a truce?
to the—, the rap beef

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m white like rice
coming twice like christ
she making edits to her reddit
getting nervous through the night
tear the shades and tinted windows
keep my future f-cking bright
b-tch, maybe you could beat me
put your cat up on the mic quick
dancing with the devil, keep the cats up out my whip
she could put on them stilettos, still be shorter than my d-ck
ooey gooey b-tch, you chop suey
get used to losing and f-ck it, you better sue me
i’m malcolm, you f-cking dewey
your words are so f-cking p–py
you lonely just like a buoy
i’m rapping and they start hooting
you rapping and they start booing ya b-tch
[chorus]
poo-poo head, poo-poo head
nyan a poo-poo head, a poo-poo head
poo-poo head, nyan a poo-poo head
eatin’ p–p for dinner, poo-poo head
poo-poo head, poo-poo head
poo-poo head, nyan a poo-poo head
poo-poo head, nyan a poo-poo head
eatin’ p–p for dinner, a poo-poo head

- lord aethelstan

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