letra de mesmerizing - pepperdown
(intro)
we f-ck with u nolan!
that’s mesmerizing nolan!
you got this nolan!
we’re on your side nolan!
everybody likes you nolan!
you have no fake friends nolan!
we love you nolan!!!
(switch this sh-t up)
scxtty verse:
taking after your brother, gotta make a slide show, now you gabby’s side hoe
f-ckin on yo b-tch, this sh-t is legit, uh, you built like a brick
stinking up the room wit yo f-ckin scent
i ain’t thinking bout you cus you ain’t worth a cent
biggie smalls cuz you’re notoriously b.i.g
call u peppa cuz u a f-cking p.i.g
after this u prolly gonna eat some deep fried beef
when u pull up to the fight u gonna d.i.e
b-tch you ain’t a thug
prolly got a b-tt plug
said she can’t even tug
f-ckin on yo main thing
this sh-t ain’t new gang
d-ck like a inch worm
prolly make yo hoe squirm
you gross like a germ
i heard through the grapevine
that yo d-ck is like .9
you just a waste of time
b-tch you ain’t worth a dime
prolly to fat to even climb
gabby said “ion want you to be mine”
thousand hours on fortnite
you on the decline
scare all the girls away
hit the road like freeway
on the race like tay-k
funny you think i’m the problem
whish yo daddy wore a condom
got a hand job but that sh-t to small to f-ck wit
you just one of the people we don’t f-ck wit
shii you prolly nut quick
go eat your nesquick
you better confess quick
you prolly got molested
b-tch your aura green
that sh-t f-ckin reeks
bet yo breath stink
brush your f-ckin t–th
you soft like whip cream
yo dad peter griffen, nolan why don’t you listen
on da sideline you sittin
ain’t no girl you rizzin
smoking on that nolan pack got me f-ckin glitchin
know yo favorite room in the house is prolly yo kitchen
talked to all da girls, said you always b-tchin
wanna lose some weight, b-tch jus keep whishin
wanna talk, hit you with a smithin
you say im really poor, yo wife gon be wh0re
you say i’m really short, but i ignore
put you in a coffin, got you f-ckin coughing
f-ck yo future kids, they ain’t gonna be worth sh-t
just remember nolan you just a f-ckin b-tch
schuz verse:
she tried to suck it, but she couldn’t even suck sh-t
that “is it in?” d-ck, you got a shrimp d-ck
hard as f-ck, tiny as sh-t, is that erect d-ck?
every girl you f-ck with move on to the next d-ck
there ain’t no next b-tch
this was yo last b-tch
when you get mad, you turning red, you start to smack sh-t
you’re f-cking batsh-t
you’re f-cking crazy
talkin’ bout “i have tons of girls who wanna date me”
n-no you don’t bro
n-never gettin throat bro
askin “my friends can we hang out” but they sayin “no, bro”
you pulled it out for that b-tch, but it was a no-show
you on the track, look like you running in slow-mo
hey, go film the sunset with a go-pro
is it mesmerizing? hypnotizing, please just go, bro
your b-tches so low, you got a tiny d-ck
how you gon’ get b-tches when you out here f-cking whining, b-tch?
bad timing, kid
it’s all aligning kid
too scared to face your own fears so you f-cking fighting kids
pepper, it’s time to chill
another dining bill?
you wanna eat out b-tches, but you eating out at taco bell?!?!
there’s nowhere to go from here
just admit that you’re a queer
you finished your first lap! yeah you should take it slow from here
tiny d-ck, big ass stomach
no b-tches ever coming
for nolan pepper, yeah that d-ck look like a mini m-ffin
ay bro
take it slow
on the track like caseoh
why won’t you go out to the gym, because you say so?
your sh-t getting laced bro
time to close the case bro
you saw the buffet and said “it’s time to stuff my face, yo!”
ayy
boy u really thought we was done with this sh-t?
we just gettin started
schuz verse 2:
boy its tiny as sh-t, you just fighting the kids
yeah you whine like a b-tch yeah its time to get humbled
all of the b-tches you always just fumble
you get embarrased and you start to mumble
hop on a diss and go write your own sh-t
you got chat gpt writin sh-t so u tumble
you take the staar and its been a few hours
since u had a snack and your belly just rumble
i know that you know that i know that
you gettin big and it’s really just time to just go
you don’t need a new flow, you could use a waterfast, sinking the boat
if you know what i know
then you know ruben the pig lookin like lil nolan
you put your sh-t out as lil peps when u know yung paps was the goat
came out with artillery, you saw that sh-t, made a track, but kids said no
yeah that sh-t was trash, you didn’t release it, in fact, i think you deleted it, ass
that was the track, damaged and sloppy, like your relationship wit your dad
chris the man, but his boy, nolan, a b-tch, and fumble the bag, its sad
cuz my man nolan was him in the 6th grade, now he got sh-t grades
and his friends all fake cuz he was too fake, he just want some new cake
but he ain’t gettin sh-t, if he wanna hit, its gon be a boy or some object
cuz no girl lettin my boy nolan hit, if it’s 3 inches erect
now he gonna be out here saying “objection! it’s big when i have an erection!”
but nolan, we know, it’s too tiny to tug, that’s the way the cookie crumbles
just go back to crumbl, six pack cookies, you getting large
you twice the size as scott, muscle or not, same weight on the bar
going to lift, same weight on the bar
eating like sh-t, same weight on the bar
mcdonalds, canes, panda express, pizza pit, same weight on the bar
tryna look tuff in school, those pants a lil snug, are those an extra large?
i wish you knew what you know now, so you didn’t eat all those extra carbs
you said you woke up and chose violence, listening to baby kia all day
boy yo ass ain’t tuff, panek and sumner said it was too tiny to lay
you tryna look tuff, but you out here lookin like a minecraft streamer
said goodbye to that one b-tch, thats gonna be the last time you seen her
f-ck im too tired for this
jolly cook his ass
(sample we’ll begin the curl ups no w)
dino verse:
(ideas)
ayy
michelin man you ain’t got no bands
built like a tire b-tch you can’t see yo pants
punching the air with that faded ass hair
try and fight me b-tch and it won’t be fair
unathletic and no stamina how you gon punch me
i bet you miss if not you gon get charged with assaulting
spit on your mom and i spit on yo face
i’m driving her car and i’m doing the race
what you gon do in the back seat laughing
i just hate your dads ig captions
making money off my good grades
but you still don’t know bout 8×9
i bet your 7 the way you ate 9
like scott said, i bet yo d-ck is like .9
dumb ass b-tch you trash at basketball you can’t run
you can’t shoot
you can’t pass
if you try and dribble you fall on yo ass
sorry ass family
i wouldn’t want to live with
we’re cooking your ass
and don’t make us extend it
i’m coming with the heat
i’m coming with this beat
don’t try to play with us
go hide that sorry ass meat
and you act like a child
hop off the games and head outside
just like b.i.g i hope you’re ready to die
everyone needs to pick a side
and it ain’t gon be yours
cause who wants to be friends with a ugly ass t-rd
schuz verse 3:
nolan, you wanna know whats so amusing?
im surprised that by now you ain’t turn ruben to cuisine, yeah it’s so confusing
you wrote some shi, thought that was fusin, but you ain’t realize that sh-t was sh-t, you finished now cuz your sh-t ain’t even close to music
oh boy, another song?
oh boy, another fight?
fighting for love from friends and parents, is it some troubling times?
for nolan, you wrote some shi that’s clearly stolen
and we cookin u, we knockin yo sh-t down like we was bowlin, fosho
when u run, i see your stomach go up and down like a yo-yo
after u lift, i know yo boy weston take u to get some fro-yo
you f-ckin loco, my boy
you f-cking crazy
nolan pepper look like that girl who survived rabies
mesmerized for too long, got u starin at the sun
you know weston and your daddy wish they had a different son
f-ckin bum
you know you lookin like a basketball
i gotta say i saw u on the court, you’re f-cking ass, is all
you started f-ckin smokin, but the rolls ain’t go away
after the 7th grade, everybody go away
from nolan, honestly, i think it’s time to say
the day you f-ck with will schulenburg, gon be your final day
this gon be my last verse, i’m running out of lines and sh-t
if you pull up near me, can you just please be f-cking quiet, b-tch?
im about to quiet this kid
im about to silence this kid
after this, there ain’t gon be no revival, b-tch
hollup
hollup
lemme give it back to scott
scxtty verse 2:
you know i pull up to nolan pepper’s f-ckin ranch
you ain’t a tight end, you a center, get in f-ckin stance
lookin like you f-cking mans
better not f-ck with bran
talk so much sh-t but inside, you p-ssin your f-ckin pants
you pulled up on me in the bathroom, tryna f-ckin fight
you little b-tch, you p-ssied out before a single strike
if you throw hands with me, my brothers gonna f-ck you up
you got no backup cuz your friends dont even f-ck wit ya
ding dong, know you touchin up that d-ck, boy
really thought u could get off clean cuz u rich boy
yeah u think u clean, but you stink like sh-t boy
you just a b-tch boy
a f-ckin snitch boy
you is a rat boy, yo belly look like jello
how many calories you built up from that mello yello?
what about that dr pepper? what about that coca cola?
you gon have f-ckin diabetes from all this f-ckin soda
and all these twinkies, all the gushers, all the lemonheads
all of the skittles and the snickers, you gon end up dead
you think you tuff, but adult xl is lookin snug
on nolan pepper, don’t you think it might be time to cut?
diced for the better, but that sh-t for the worst
you gon cry before you can even record a verse
that sh-t is tragic boy you f-ckin done for get tf out my shi
…
we don’t fw u
we don’t we down fw u
we don’t fw u
we don’t we down fw u
we don’t fw u
we don’t we down fw u
we don’t fw u b-tch
just remember nolan u still a lil b-tch
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