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letra de bitch, guess who it is? - thomas & the juice box

[intro]
you don’t say
you don’t believe me
well i got a friend that’ll change your mind

[verse one: julian t. “the great” henderson]
i’m the illest rapper
i’m on the cr-pper
took your fucking girlfriend, then i fucking tapped her
i’ll eat your fucking body like a velociraptor
i’m a kidnapper of rapping, i take your mixtape and make it better
put some chloroform on my gramma’s ugly sweater
put it on your face and then ask you “how’s the weather?”
driving a monster truck in a high speed police chase
cops, leave me the fuck alone, this is just a drag race
don’t spray me in the face with military pepper spray and mace in the face
or i’ll throw your -ss in the fireplace, just incase
you get any funny ideas, like, “hey you better tie your shoelaces”
because that’ll be as insulting as blackface

[hook]
b-tch, guess who it is?
it’s me, and who the fuck said money doesn’t grow on trees
our names are jb and jh, julian henderson and the guy that has aids
b-tch, guess who it is?
i’m surprised you still ain’t my b-tch
guess who the fuck it is

[verse two: adrian “juice box” juice]
this is the juice box, and i’m squeezing juice on you
but if you’re hitler, then i’m throwing jews at you
b-tches on my d-ck, waiting to get tricked
trick or treat, surprise, i have a fetish for feet
and a fetish for meat, so sit down in your seat
let me gobble on your leg, and throw your body in the street
or on the freeway, which ever one is neat
blood on your sheets, there’s blood in the streets
i drink my chamomile tea as you sleep, in the backseat
of my pickup, waiting to get picked up and buried while my d-ck’s hung
i go hard on this beat, i comeback like a reciept
say hello to my little friend
here’s krisp d-ck, here with his defeat after he tried to compete with me
put him in the oven, and my meal is complete
tjb, the initials

[hook]

- thomas the juice box

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