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letra de anti-cupid - super famous fun time guys

anti-cupid lyrics
[intro: whipstick, mr. 8 legz]
hey, bro!
yo, what’s up, man?
you see that chick over there?
the, the, which one?
the one, that one. the one with one leg
oh
i heard she was a waitress at ihop
ha, f-ck you and your sh-tty puns, dude
yeah
no, no, no, no
i’ma try and get them digits
that’s a bad idea
bet i get them
let me tell you why, man

[verse 1: mr. 8 legz, whipstick]
see what the f-ck the problem is
what’s that?
is everybody really wanna f-ck this b-tch
oh yeah?
me? i’m quite the opposite
’cause i’ve already camе in her esophagus
and best bеlieve she swallowed all my kids
that stress relief that went and followed it
was a pleasantry, yeah i’ll admit
but after that i had to call it quits, ’cause
it’s
f-ck you for one if you suck guys for fun then there’s no way i’m trusting this
b-tch
i ain’t loving you, hon’, godd-mn, are you dumb?
i just plan on stuffing this
d-ck
right on your tongue then as soon as i cum then you know i’ve had enough of this
sh-t
hey look, there’s the sun and to me that means run so i gotta get the f-ck out there
yeah
p-ssy ain’t that good looking at all
well, then, why did you get with her?
well, you see there’s this thing called alcohol
that, uh, makes it to where my f-cks are no longer given
only thing concerning me is if she’s swallowing or spittin’
and her life calling better be the kitchen, ’cause other than that, legz is splittin’
[chorus: mr. 8 legz]
keep it in her mouth
if you take it down south, then you better know about what’s brewin’ (brewin)
that little bit of doubt might have saved you an amount of the trouble that she puts you in (you in)
oh, you’re pulling out? wanna go that route? come on, dog, now don’t be stupid (stupid)
f-ck her face!
fun time gang, you punk b-tch
here to be your anti-cupid

[verse 2: whipstick]
see what the f-ck the problem is
you don’t know what the bottom of the bottle is
but me, i’m quite the opposite
’cause i’m f-ckin’ all these faces on they bobbleheads
breakin’ ’em down, then we off in the night like
flying, takin’ off, right time in the hindsight
thought i might find what i’m lookin’ for
if i stuck around a little longer than the plans in the night time
that or i might try to crack the code to the wifi
to get online and find some p-rn dedicated to the fetish of sci-fi
or i’m beatin’ you up and i’m leavin’ the bruises
(yeah b-tch, you’re so stupid!)
leave you on the floor for the [?] clique
just another reason i’m the anti-cupid

[verse 3: mr. 8 legs, whipstick]
see, what the f-ck the problem is
this chick out fishing for compliments
and me, i just ain’t confident
to view this b-tch as anything prominent
i mean, look, that’s why she brought her friend, hippopotamus
so by comparison she looks like a goddess (sh-t!)
yo, being honest, whip
why put ’em on my d-ck same way that a condom fits
what?
they nasty as f-ck
and i’ve been with plenty women that were trashy enough
and i’m all for pretending that i’m into a sl-t
but i really get head, goddammit, it’s rough
i just want them in my bed and eliminate the trust
only thing i wanna film is just broads gettin’ snuffed
so you might wanna consider that it’s better to forget her
in an effort to get rid of a bitter b-tch with a temper and [?]
[chorus: mr. 8 legz]
keep it in her mouth
if you take it down south, then you better know about what’s brewin’ (brewin)
that little bit of doubt might have saved you an amount of the trouble that she puts you in (you in)
oh, you’re pulling out? wanna go that route? come on, dog, now don’t be stupid (stupid)
f-ck her face!
fun time gang, you punk b-tch
here to be your anti-cupid

[verse 4: whipstick]
see, what the f-ck this problem is
this b-tch went and called the cops again
and me, i’m on my property
i’m starin’ real f-ckin’ hard through the binoculars
knockin’ on her door when some confidence
i got my c-ck in hand with no consequence
when she opened up and i popped the b-tch right across the lips
like i’m poppin’ zits
pushin’ her down while i m-ffle her screamin’
wheezin’ and heavin’
blastin’ off s-m-n
dispose of the body and evidence
setting the precedence, washin’ and bleachin’
and, yes, she’s under the cement in a trunk that’s locked in a freezer
i vowed myself never to leave her ’cause my momma said she’s a keeper
(however)
you like valentines? you like dating apps? you like swiping right?
my rating is trash, at best i’m a five
you bet i’ma smash like every time
hit the dm and give me a reason
to not spike your drink with a tylenol pm
come on, you stupid b-tch, invite me over this evenin’
and once you let me in there’s no way that i’m leavin’
[chorus: mr. 8 legz]
keep it in her mouth
if you take it down south, then you better know about what’s brewin’ (brewin)
that little bit of doubt might have saved you an amount of the trouble that she puts you in (you in)
oh, you’re pulling out? wanna go that route? come on, dog, now don’t be stupid (stupid)
f-ck her face!
fun time gang, you punk b-tch
here to be your anti-cupid

keep it in her mouth
if you take it down south, then you better know about what’s brewin’ (brewin)
that little bit of doubt might have saved you an amount of the trouble that she puts you in (you in)
oh, you’re pulling out? wanna go that route? come on, dog, now don’t be stupid (stupid)
f-ck her face!
fun time gang, you punk b-tch
here to be your anti-cupid

- super famous fun time guys

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