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letra de no truth - mumble rap is good

[verse 1: q]

no lie, i wanna fly, no lie
i wanna cry, i wanna fly
no lie, no lie i wanna fly
i wanna fly, no lie
yeah cry, no lie, i wanna fly
peeing the pants
[?]
p-ss my pants
cry all day, die all day
i got the drip, die away
ride away

[verse 2: rick t]

p–p (p–p), p–p in my pants (pants)
uhhh, p–ped in a cup (uh)
uhhhhh, p–p
p–p in the toilet, but i missed (missed)
uhhh, p–p in the fan
it went everywhere, and now there’s p–p on the
walls, on the floor (splat)
i really p–ped really bad

[verse 3: ramsus]

p–p in my pants, droppin a band
d oin’ a dance, do a little dance
yah, in a bag, i’m so drippy
got my bag in a bag in a bag
i’m in my bag
cause i’m drippy yow, yeah it’s drippy yow
yeah, got the clown hat on
got that clown in my bag, got my bat in a rat with the rat
shoutout rat, shoutout my pet ratatouille
yo girl lookin booy (aw shoot i messed up, ah fart)
(rick t: why didn’t you say ‘aw fouhy’?)
aw fouhy, touchin the b–bies, girl got cooties, yeah

[verse 4: wannabe20xx]

imma molest ya, imma gon touch yah, imma feel ya, uh
imma slide my p-n-s in yo f-kin’ cheeks, yeah
imma molest ya imma touch ya imma hit it, yuh
yuh, yuh, i’m a man i’m disrespectful
i don’t care about your feelings; i’m the man, hoe
yeah, call me man-hoe cause i touch up on these hoes
i feel them up, touchin’ toes
yuh, rub my nuts on they face
my sweaty nuts always touchin’ like i am now
always scratchin’ my t-st-cl-s
feelin’ my p-b-s, gotta tie ’em up in a loop
yuh, let it loose
all these c-mmies gon do
throwin’ c-mmies on my motherf-ckin’ dude
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[verse 5: yung man 11]
yuh, i’m here, i’m p-ssin’ in beer
i am a queer, yuh, queer of the year
yeah, yeah, yeah, queer of the year
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i live in fear
i live in a cave, i eat my slave
i eat the slave, yeah
corn
beef, beef who wants the beef?
i got the queef, who wants the beef?
call up the chief
calin up
smokin’ the boof, i’m callin the chief i’m smokin’ on kief kief
callin’ up chief
he call my phone, he said:
“eeeh”
the chief is dead
shoot at the chief
shoot at the opp, shoot at the slop
eatin’ on slop, eatin’ on slatt, slatt
i gotta slatt, i gotta gat

- mumble rap is good

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