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letra de jaime meline's pimp - wettworker

one time for your mind
squeeze of lemon
squeeze of lime
citrus
i’ma stick this 13 inches straight into your -ssh0l-
make the tuna cheesy like i’m makin’ c-sserole
on track like a train stop
got racks and b-tches, make the pain stop
if the booty look delicious i make the rain drop
ball more vicious than a chain chomp
yo
punkersl-t
the poser disposer
destructor of busters
call me gozer
cat got your tongue
i got a gat for a tongue
i’ma chew you up
then spit you out
then chew you up
then sh-t you out
and eat some more so then you get sh-t on
and it’ll happen while i’m fast rappin’ and wipe my -ss with the napkin that death grips “quit” on
just desserts
pollute the pudding
the radio’s r-t-rded – cuba gooding
don’t stop beliebin’
white girl flow
so odd that i literally can’t even
jay-z loves me like jay-z does love beyonce
kanye loves me like kanye does love kanye
illuminati or nice
i got and want all my rights
roll deep like underwater dice
sent her tulips
then your ma rode my p-n-s in style
censor music
put a bra on the venus de milo
out of luck and lost
i’m the one who struck his boss
and now i’m buckin’ shots
duckin’ cops
thug or not, gimme what you got
i’m the juggernaut of f-ckin’ thought
and i’m workin’ to invertin’ every f-ckin’ cross
and i’m workin’ to invertin’ every f-ckin’ cross
yo
h-rnier than oxen
more c-ck than male chicken
eat out so often
like i don’t got a kitchen
off the books like i sell a loan
off the hook like my telephone
pinch hitter
i make ya skin shiver
put my p-n-s in your sh-tter than i tweet it on my twitter
must be earless, i don’t hear my rivals
fearless and peer-less like i lost my eyeb-lls
do raps and then i do the rapture
end religious b-tches who be out to pasture
kick the livestock to the sidewalk
give the cyclops eyedrops, watch him lose the stature
huffin’ paint, getting high like bob ross
sriracha bottle, i spit that hot c-ck sauce
faces stacked so high upon my scr-t-m that this pole of mine might as well be totem
smarten up, son
slow up then roll up
‘fore i sharpen the tongue that gave sampson a bowlcut
move forward
ondele
get on with it, hombre
choose a side like you ordered an entre
i’m the man of course
call me cojack
part horse
call me bojack
steven segall with my gold chain on
i got them monster b-lls like pokemon
rap game cr-p
i’ma win this
i’ma run the trap out of business
selfies and liquor
came with a lean limp
sell an lp quick
i’m jaime meline’s pimp

- wettworker

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