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letra de 4 min orgy - the three braincells

[intro]
haven

[verse 1: lil gawk]
i got the drip like the columbine shooters
got the drip like the b-tches at hooters
you’re such a r-t-rd you need a tutor
freeze all the p–p just like a cooler
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
i don’t wanna p-ss on you, i am not with the hoe sh-t
feel like a f-ggot the way i always blow d-ck
but i like b00bies so please, can you show tits?
my d-ck is out so i grab a leaf
when he gets up i smell his queef
clean him up, gotta suck his t–th
i like to ride, takin’ his meat
f-ckin’ a b-tch, no fleshlight
i’m in the hood with a tec-9
climbing a tree, it’s a pine
i see your b-lls, they are mine
mеat to meat, curtains to slabs
you are deprеssed not happy, sad
you saw a black person, you are mad
you previously owned this item, you had
need a firetruck ’cause my c-ck burns
climbing a new tree, it is a fern
went straight to g-y, you got a perm
go back, turn
white boy, white boy
fight boy, fight boy
kike boy, kike boy
k!ll troy, k!ll troy
i turn you on like a light switch
you might get angry, might b-tch
if you drop the soap don’t snitch
twisted on my peener, she clench
k!lled you with this diss, call it great depression
if you play with me ill send yo’ ass to heaven
listening to a banger like beetoven
you want my weenie, you are hopin’
but you didn’t get it, you are mopin’
you wanna shoot but you gotta cope it
i’m with the bros, b-tch
or i’m with my whole clique
stop all the hoe sh-t
light up the dope, flint
[verse 2: plant daddy, lil grillz, lil gawk]
i’m a secret coppa like nle choppa
my c-ck just got harder, not pogger
gonna drink rape soda so i’m taken, don’t have a chode, nah
just like big papa i’m gonna return my glock, ’cause it was facka-facka
kissin’ little boys is hard, no croppa, ’cause i like photoshop
watchin’ the office in the shloppa
shippin’ anime kids ’cause i like four-year-olds
i don’t got pores, i’m not poor, that’s g-y like stinkers
so i be puttin’ my b-lls in the dirt, makin’ a baby out of earth
when i slide my shoes they go skrrt-skrrt like a perpetrator
i’m worthless, so you know i be droppin’ purses
showin’ kids my wiener gives me reason to live
i’m captivated by why people think dp’s are overrated
i think they’re understated
turn around just once more
walk away and slam the door
my ass will shake even more
i still got your b00bies on my polaroid
i’m the president of adult toys
teddy bear on my d-ck
make my peener kinda thick
i swear i don’t have tits
i’m a rat and a baby b-tch
tips on my uncle, he’s a h0m-s-xual
i don’t have organs, oops, that’s rhetorical
p-ssy f-ck, sorry, i got tourette’s syndrome
touchin’ men’s nuts like 2017
gargling cum like listerine, i am never mean
stinky
hahaha
[verse 3: lil grillz]
p–ping in his n-ts-ck
while he eats out his b-ttsack
i like little kids and nut rags
please tell me, does your b-tt sag?
don’t want a boy if you’re younger than my dad
oh wait, not today
i like little boys that are g-y
when they do merry-go play
deers are fawns, i f-ck no b-tch with my pants up
big titties on a choppa like i’m workin’ at hooters
if i’m so mad, why am i neutered?
i don’t like whites, they’re kikes, they’re looters
picking up pennies like you’re not facin’ some shooters
jerusalem? more like you’re p–ping in some
you’re a drunk, you’re a bum
drinking cum, it’s yum-yum
i love frankie, i k!lled my mario
i’m mad, throw you in the cario
you’re a weeb, watch jojo
like f9, drinking nos
driving in a car real fast
one by a mile or a inch, no matter what you’re in last
i point my gun at your child, no matter what that’s in the past
just like the jews, you got gassed
what did you just say? that’s nast’
actually gross dude
while you say that i apply my lube
p–ping in the toilet, no loo
why so mean, very rude
your mans are g-y, they’re crude
like a f-g i run in the closet
you go insane, i just lost it
you didn’t find me, but you robbed it
i’m eating corn, might not’ve cobbed it
i’m tossing b-lls, could say i lobbed it
guy got a glock, i just c-cked it
if the glove does not fit, the judge must acquit
he didn’t k!ll her, she just a b-tch
we drinkin’ oj, it’s really lit
he was running, now he fit

- the three braincells

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