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letra de stinker - the three braincells

[intro]
gus beats

[chorus: lil gawk]
i burn f-ggots like the kkk with crosses
k!ll a fortnite kid while he does the flossin’
he play with my b-lls, you could say that we’re tossin’
and i touch a little boy just like shane dawson

[verse 1: lil gawk]
massage machine in my ass
sippin’ lean on the dash
i’m your little superhero, call me flash
fat b-tch wanna f-ck, think i’ll pass, wink-wink
you’re a f-ckin’ woman, pink-pink
the boys and i vibin’ to p!nk-p!nk
your peepee is small and it shrink-shrinks
me and your dad lookin’ g-y at the skating rink
i’m deliberating, think-think
you’re a little baby, binky-bink
if you’re lesbian and also jewish, you’re technically a kike-dyk-

[chorus: lil gawk]
i burn f-ggots like the kkk with crosses
k!ll a fortnite kid whilе he does the flossin’
hе play with my b-lls, you could say that we’re tossin’
and i touch a little boy just like shane dawson
[verse 2: plant daddy]
drivin’ around in my cop car
you know me, i am an all-star
i be paying these thots bars
suckin’ on kids givin’ me weird thoughts
like when i’m g-y i take jell-o shots
if you hear moaning i’m on the block
when in the hood i sh-t glocks
rambo makes my head hot

[verse 3: lil grillz]
little p–pies remind me of big b00bies
when i see frankie i’m sure to oobie
not gonna lie, i’m a newbie
but that doesn’t matter ’cause i got string cheese
your ass reminds me of lots of blue cheese
blue cheese, swear i’m addicted to blue cheese
i like little boys and young nudy
so young i be eating pirate booty
it got barnacles for some texture
you’re a p-ssy-boy, just text her
you got a ego, you flex hard
i wanna p–p in lester, he bald
[interlude]
h-llo my r-t-rded n-ggers, make sure to join the f-cking laddie ladia foundation group for amazing clothing before i rape you
i also are to mention laddie is a s-xy ass n-gga monkey

[verse 4: plant daddy]
sharing fluids like the world trade center
your calls make my stinky better
don’t wanna wear a sweater, that’s g-y like the weather
suckin’ d-ck on the train, goin’ the wrong way
if we could go any further i’d take you the ching-chong way
b-lls deep in the meat, l!ckin’ children feel
i don’t wanna die, i’d rather peep
putting on lip gloss like a bot
i always have a really soft c-ck
broken d-ck so i’m [?] no c-ck

[verse 5: lil grillz]
you didn’t pick up, i just called
i’m building up my career like some walls
i gotta bust ’cause the cum calls
i’m really cold, it’s the fall
you’re not hot, not at all
i like c-ck and some b-lls
not gonna p–p on your nards
i like eating maggots no lards
my stinker’s green like your yard
i got money and a card
the deer reminds me of no kids, no fawns

- the three braincells

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