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letra de bitch nigga deflector - ofuh real

[intro]
quit lying to yourself, you know i’m the sh-t
hey man i thought you were gonna quit rapping, what happened?
skinny jeans are g-y

[verse 1]
i roll my weed up with tortillas, now check this
every time i go to your girl’s house, i get molested
i want a b-tch that jacks me off with her feet, cooks breakfast
and never says sh-t, like phone s-x with a deaf chick (h-llo?)
i walk in the room and the haters say -heck no-
got me looking like michael vick walking inside a petco
you ain’t f-cking your girl right buddy, it’s time to let go
i’ll slap his -ss so hard next week you’ll hear the echo
they’ve stolen honda accords, welcome to fresno
and your girl’s optimistic, b-tch, she never says no
she won’t see my face for 20 minutes, the way i hit it
oh you don’t get it? well let me give you a minute…
time’s up, step up your rhymes get home
‘cuz you rappers look the same, like kids with down syndrome
you better come down, before you get knocked the f-ck out
have people thinking you got jumped in and jumped out, what now (ahahaha)
if a girl asks for money, she’ll get more no’s then that fruit loops bird
she’ll get money when you hear snoop screaming suwoop word
yeah i’m broke so good ahead and just hocus pocus
when i can’t focus all i do is smoke and oh sh-t
i feel possessed by an angel when i inhale
then i fly into heaven and drop my lungs off in h-ll
can’t stop coughing, feels like i swallowed a heater
my breath is having a hard time getting through, like fat b-tches in theaters
i don’t even hear rap, ‘cuz most of it is doodoo
and you fools say g-y sh-t, that’s played out like fubu
who do you think you are? i leave b-tches with more skid marks
then driving drunk with bumblebees in the car -tire screeching-
‘cuz i sh-t all over it b-tch, mention my name and i’ll be at your door like i am jehovah’s witness
and i will not be knocking, b-tch i will be kicking it
and stay there for a long -ss time like we were kicking it

[chorus]
b-tch n-gga lit

[verse 2]
one time i tried to leave weed behind me
but the trees keep finding me, saying -you need me buy me, b-tch hurry up and buy-
i’m a menace to sobriety, get so high that i road rage with pilots beside me
smoke a joint, then skydive in reverse
my lungs hate me, they’ll never see me in a [?]
b-tch i don’t spit no verse, i sh-t and squirt in a bucket
then i dump it all over the beat, i’m f-cking disgusting
i love women, but i can’t stand a b-tch
sometimes i wanna k!ll a b-tch, as if i’m michael vick
i’ll kick a man in his [?] like chuck norris, and i’ll have him laid down
and have him take off his shoes, like a burger king playground
what’d you say now? cut it, enough of the ruckus
i’ll shove my foot up your -ss, have you looking like a foot puppet
it’s funny when i’m not there, dudes be talking sh-t, acting j’d up
then i show up and they shut down, lower their tone, and freeze up
man f-ck it, iffa
i learned how to rap before i learned how to ride bikes
my umbilical chord was connected into a mic right?
when i was 8 i wrote my first rap, 11 my first blunt rolled
at 14 i f-cked this fat b-tch with a hairy b-tthole
uh-oh, uh-oh, i’m starting to boil it
i’m the sh-t big time, b-tch i’m clogging the toilet
they should wrap me in foil b-tch and save me for later
call the waiter and say this is the sh-t, p-ss the container
the finest b-tch, i’m at the top of the food list
even deaf kids say “this sh-t is crazy, man who is this?”
oh you think you’re the sh-t, b-tch die 4 times
you need to get your -ss whooped like white kids in the store crying
and sometimes when i’m by myself, i hear my young self, and then i’ve just surprised myself
sometimes chronic gives me bronchitis, i need the heimlich oh
on the side of my blunt is 6 squares, don’t try this at home

[outro]
bum bum bum bum
duh duh, duh duh duh duh

d-mn bro i think i’m starting to love you
psych!

the songs all end at 4:20, 4:20
the songs all end at 4:20, 4:20

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