letra de bang! go splash - ok gnarly
[intro: struttinyot]
yes. huh? what you say? what you say?
ouu. yeah. i pop a 13 year old boy’s voice
who has a squeaky voice. zit
with the ops. pop that head. go bang. splash
lump increase size in the lip
[verse 1: struttinyot]
tumour keep growing. i just keep to the lip
so i explode the head quick as fast as i f-ck on yo sis
take kid mi-. take kid misery’s loud mouth
and out with my hands through his bit. rip
b-tch. give me the blood. i need a good sip
to feed my kagune energy and i might need to go centipede
aura get lit. all the boys want me for my big d-ck
that’s a no-no because i’m not h0m-
kid misery’s belly is big. it’s beyond sumo
could never afford a lambo
but, i’m at your daddy daycare and i go rambo
yeah i ride on an elephant like it’s dumbo
[interlude: diseased slit mane]
-gunshots- -screaming-
ayyy!
wait. wait. wait
[verse 2: diseased slit mane]
and i let the choppa hit
and i let the yoppa hit
and i’m really getting sick
pop you out just like a zit
i walk out. right out this house
but, you know what i’m about
my girl. she wear a blouse
wet like drout. but no drout
[bridge: diseased slit mane]
choppa let it hit. yeah, i let it rip
beyblade, let it rip. beyblade, let it rip
walk ’round like that bih. walk ’round like that bih
walk ’round like that bih. walk ’round like that bih
[verse 3: struttinyot]
thot bots in my dms asking for my age. legal. i am not
you seriously, really are not hot
don’t take selfies in public please or thots will get shot
got a lot of cursed images in my camera roll
then, i gotta spam airdrop you with them nudes
we all know you’re a dude
why the f-ck you always smell like poo?
canadians are out f-cking a moose
loose knot with the noose
hang it
[outro: diseased slit mane & struttinyot]
noose ’round my neck like a gold chain
and that bih give good. she give good brain
i don’t feel no pain. i don’t feel no pain
i gotta noose, i gotta noose, around my neck, around my neck
i gotta noose, around my neck, around my
watch that lil’ kid run when i swing fists
watch that lil’ kid shoot when i swing fists
i don’t need no strap. i let my blade hit
i don’t need no strap. i let my blade hit
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