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letra de slap a bitch - nofs

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i forgot this songs about having fun

we the craziest thing you’ve seen beneath the crescent moon
ingest some shrooms and turn this place into a wild west saloon
we deeper than clowns in a car pool
take a seat don’t mean sit down it means you getting hit by brown with a bar stool
i charge through screaming so loud that the deaf can hear me
and bolics out front yelling for someone to test the theory
we’re clearly trouble slugging jose and jamo
and after a couple of hoes in this place look like j-lo
and theres my man mr. grim hes had about 6 beers
and now he’s picking a fight with the biggest person in here
he’s calling him a big queer, i’m like here we go
while knowmad is playing with your girls leather cheerio
i’m screaming f-ck ya mother
b-ttas doing the puff p-ss
coast is cracking jokes with some weird comb in his mustache
coals trying to get it popping with 2 girls and 1 gl-ss
and all 12 of us are looking at the same slut’s -ss
now ‘walker’s got some pepper but you made a mistake
if you think he’s gonna use it just to flavor his steak
he’s contemplating breaking your face and just for sick laughs
he’s gonna throw it in your eyes and blind your b-tch -ss
dead rabbits we k!ll shit
the one -sshole that f-cks it up for everyone that’s what my crew is filled with
we ain’t rappers we raptors
so when we in the building grab the women and children and head for the back door

[hook-x2]
what now we’re here to shut down your f-cking show
we the truth and we don’t give a f-ck what you know
shut your hole no one wants to hear a b-tch talk
best bet, get out the f-cking way when we’re p-ssed off

[coal cash]

one of the first to swing your f-cking life ain’t worth a thing
plus combat is my church prepared for the worst you bring
a thirst to drink gin and tonic until i vomit
broke your nose holding a stoge it’ll look like a rogue comet
you want it or calm it down, what you a comic now?
see the ground you’ll lie upon it you’ll vomit your dying sound
who’s buying rounds to pound with an ultraviolet bound
punch the crowd if they’re silent, i want um to riot now
won’t quiet down when beef started, not for the weak hearted
you brought it to the streets just to get your teeth parted
ate artists for weeks, imagine over a years time
i’m here to drink your beer, not listen to your queer rhymes
i fear i’m the weird kind cuz when vaginas near
i’ma treat it like a beerstein, another pint to clear
from here i’m inclined to remind that your you’re ball-less
your b-tch got a sweet beaver i’ma leave her a frothy walrus
so f-ck what you call us, we’re vikings from valhalla
i gave your b-tch a tip and i ain’t talking bout a dolla
then she can swallow that, you want beef well holler back
cuz i scr-p like kamala make the bone in your collar crack
what would follow that, probably collapsing your face
then i’m taking your b-tches box that just happened to break
couldn’t adapt to the weight cuz my c-ck does demolition
so when your b-tch is gone, don’t wonder why she’s missing

(hook)

- nofs

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