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letra de high demand - queefius the queef god

[intro]
hey
well sh-t
okay

[verse 1]
all my b-tches stay american, bison
they love to fight amongst each other, mike tyson
all this water flowing down to me like siphon
i might need the heat like mothaf-ckin’ isis
i’m a terrorist to this beat
murdered it, because like beyblade, i ripped out the heat
feel like a therapist, ’cause of the way i made y’all take a seat
to snitch on all of yo’ homies, now you got no place to sleep
now i’m murdering the buffalo, need sauce up in this b-tch
passing all the f-cking keef, now i’m sosa in this b-tch
y’all are parasites, from me y’all tryna’ be blood rich
get these bugs off me, i tried hard to f-cking itch
i got the blade no need for ammunition
i don’t need my heavy weapons to finish this d-rank mission
i’ll make sure you and your team get separated like some fission
it was never sweet around here, so make sure you’re superstitious, i’m so vicious, b-tch

[verse 2]
so, there’s peanut b-tter on the shelf, and ima’ get it
my girl said, “she’s h-rny” so i might just have to give it
i ain’t talking ‘bout my girl does that sounds kinda odd
yeah b-tch, i was giving this peanut b-tter to my f-cking dog
first she had to give her own p-ssy a little l!ck, stimulate the feeling of l!cking peanut b-tter off my d-ck
“you talking ‘bout this sh-t? man you might just make me sick”
hope you throw up and find out your skinny mommy has a stick in her panties, and her sticky lil’ glands
she’s a-
wait hold up, ima’ be right back
didn’t put peanut b-tter on my b-lls not yet
“she gon’ bite it off”
do you even wanna’ bet
hold on, have i ever told you she’s trained?
first time we did this, me and my homies ran a train on the mouth, ass, p-ssy and inside her 6 nips
let us have some silence for the hustling man nips

[verse 3]
whatever you need, girl know i got it
everything you have, just know i already had it
long time ago, but you know that i’m ’bout it
if you want to testify, just know that i stay knitted
with my hoes, swear to god i just can’t take my c-ck out
they do everything for me, including have you knocked out
i just think that never in your life, will you pop out
’cause i would drown you in some f-ckin’ water like wipeout
yeah, and you know i don’t stop, i always resume
like, every time i’m in this acura, i’m fast like zoom
4 b-tches in my car, they smell good even with no perfume
it’s april 20, so i had to smoke a quick fume
godd-mn, sh-t smell horrible like muk
whenever i’m on that sh-t, i feel like i’m floating like a duck
i never stop getting bank, i’m stacked up on these bucks
i think i got so much, that i need a u-haul truck

[verse 4]
get anything from the menu
don’t want to continue
my lyrics are renewed
pull up to your avenue
she sending p-ssy nudes
she send it with tiddies
i’m getting the money
y’all switched up like ginyu
perfect execution with my execution
make love with seduction
don’t need no instructions
i’m reading without any knowledge or meaning
kitty tryna’ play, ’cause the red dot be beaming at your face
around your neck i tie the lace
can’t run away now you a dog, and now you cannot beat the case
as you listening to this song
i’m gonna’ go and beat my c-ck
remember my name when i blow up b-tch
i got the treat, now you should sit
give a b-tch -n-l, after she took a sh-t
she look pregnant, so she ’bouta get hit
with a f-ckin’ stick, put a splinter up her ass
didn’t want her, ever since she farted in that one class, ayy
i don’t f-cking care if she’s g-y
she gonna’ get raped like anyway
by my shadow clones, after that we f-ckin’ bang
at her face, blow her brains out, now she can’t say, nay

[verse 5]
yeah, she got shot in the head
next i’ll slit your throat and you’re dead
your b-tch doesn’t even give good head
i’m about to k!ll myself with all this f-cking lead
eat all that sh-t, so i can get poisoned
then i’ll gas up all the mothaf-ckin’ boys in the chamber, then they get burned
stupid ass hoe, will you ever f-ckin’ learn?
you should’ve been aborted, you should’ve stayed in your mom’s braces
skin your mother’s face, then i use replacements
she so f-ckin’ ugly, but it’s not racist
it’s the way she looks at me, she thinks that i’m a s-d-st, i am

- queefius the queef god

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