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letra de mama house - ouija macc

ooh!
yeah!
let’s go!

[verse 1]
f-ck what they talking ’bout living at they mama house
holla when you get ya mom a house (b-tch!)
you ain’t down with the clown gon’ and walk it out
since you on my nuts won’t you tell me what this c-ck about
they some f-cking nerds i don’t care i’ma stay absurd (yuh)
i got k!llers that’ll chip ’em if i say a word (ooh!)
summon ouija and that boy emerge
really on this earth just to start a purge (braaah!)
why you perched on my branch like a f-cking bird
you ain’t on nothing you ain’t even on my f-cking nerves (haa!)
i’ma laugh when i send ’em to a f-cking nurse
hating ass b-tch put this in your f-cking purse

[chorus]
you don’t wanna see me in my wicked clown form (no!)
that’s when all the blood stars pouring what the f-ck you doin’ (huh)
shawty nibble on my d-ck just likе a cob of corn (nom-nom-nom)
i shoot a pov p-rn and i’m f-cking gone
she bump the wicky-wickеd song shawty truly bomb (yuh)
they found her foaming at the mouth in the f-ckin’ morn
the jokaro is really on juggin’ til i’m gone
juggalo don got it tatted on my f-cking arm
[verse 2]
f-ck what they talking ’bout living at they mama house
they know exactly what that drama ’bout
(you some b-tches straight up!)
always runnin’ at the f-cking mouth
don’t know why they talking n0body give a f-ck what they talking ’bout
they some f-cking nerds i don’t care i’ma stay absurd
tell that n-z- open up, mouth on that f-cking curb
shove a glass bottle in your ass stomp you ’til it burst
got you picking glass out a bl–dy t-rd
know you b-tches hate it juggalos and we prophet painted
if we see a bigot then we sw-ngin’ hatchet obliterated (yuh!)
in my wicked clown form it’s a beauty ain’t it
everything you got looking better when your blood stain it

[chorus]
you don’t wanna see me in my wicked clown form (no!)
that’s when all the blood stars pouring what the f-ck you doin’ (huh)
shawty nibble on my d-ck just like a cob of corn (nom-nom-nom)
i shoot a pov p-rn and i’m f-cking gone
she bump the wicky-wicked song shawty truly bomb (yuh)
they found her foaming at the mouth in the f-ckin’ morn
the jokaro is really on juggin’ til i’m gone
juggalo don got it tatted on my f-cking arm
you don’t wanna see me in my wicked clown form (no!)
that’s when all the blood stars pouring what the f-ck you doin’ (b-tch!)
shawty nibble on my d-ck just like a cob of corn (nom-nom-nom)
i shoot a pov p-rn and i’m f-cking gone (pyong!)
she bump the wicky-wicked song shawty truly bomb (yeah!)
they found her foaming at the mouth in the f-ckin’ morn (woah)
the jokaro is really on juggin’ til i’m gone
juggalo don got it tatted on my f-cking arm
america’s most wicked

[outro]
“at this moment on darcc planet a ritual is taking place to guide the spirits bow your heads”
there is nowhere i would rather go
than a place i call home (ooooh!)
than a place i call home
in that place i call home (ooooohhhh!)
“thank you!”

- ouija macc

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