letra de wes craven freestyle (bonus track) - tuberculosis twins
[intro: lil’ tizm]
i just got fired 30 minutes ago
i don’t know what i’m finna do, but i’m finna do this sh-t 24/7, n-gga
lil’ tizm, all day every day, n-gga
f-ck you b-tch
uh, uh
[verse: lil’ tizm]
i’m four beers in, and i don’t know how to rhyme
i don’t know how to tell time
i can’t read a clock
all i do is suck c-ck
uh, and i sniff on toes
uh, lord knows
nah, f-ck that n-gga, uh
we don’t do nothing up in this b-tch, uh
i’m finna dig a motherf-ckin’ ditch, n-gga
f-ck n-gga, sh-t n-gga, b-tch n-gga, snitch n-gga, uh
finna cook some pasta when i get home, uh
little bit of alfredo sauce, little bit of pesto
i’ma throw that b-tch in the motherf-ckin’ pan
i’ma saute some onions, n-gga
uh, onions, funyuns, bunions, schlunions
that’s not a word, but i made it a word
miriam dictionary, f-ck what you heard
oh f-ck, it’s webster dictionary
i don’t give a f-ck
[verse: mc lunshabul]
i just scammed an african dude for some fufu
he be eatin’ on my b00boo
i’ma doodoo on this b00boo
i got a porcelain toilet
who let this b-tch in the toilet? i’m tryna b00boo in peace
i’m b00booin’ on your niece
in a fleece hoodie
you a b-tch, not a goodie
i’ll, i’ll, i’ll eat your b-tch in a hoodie
i’ll give your b-tch nookie
now lookie here
you a piece of dookie beer
you like a busch
i’m nuttin’ in yo’ tush
i turn that sh-t to mush, like some peas
i’m a british b-tch
i make yo’ man ham and split pea soup for dinner, b-tch
i’m a winner, b-tch
eatin’ lunch for dinner, b-tch
havin’ breakfast
havin’ waffles and pancakes with your b-tch
i made your wife tofu scramble
she said my man can’t cook like this
i said that’s right
come get this gordon ramsay d-ck
i’ll put it in you like a stick
my d-ck thin as stick
i got about an inch and a half
i’ll nut on yo’ calf, in some yoga pants
i’m a roman, i’ll f-ck you in some toga pants
f-ck b-tch, f-ck wigga
i don’t know anything
i’ll eat yo’ ass in nola, that’s new orleans
b-tch, i’m ballin’
i’m, i’m, i’m calling your mother for some tall head
i need a tall glass of badussy
b-tch, it smell kinda musty in yo’ room
’cause you ain’t cleaned in there for six weeks
trash getting real deep, it’s looking
your future looking real meek
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