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letra de release this - whipstick

[verse 1: whipstick]
we can do this how you want it (mask on, mask off)
b-tch i’m better than you all waxin’ when we whack off
so keep throwing this tantrum, you meaningless penthouse
with my d-ck on your sandwich, you f-cking manic tarantula
all the d-ck prints inside of your cheek
was like this big when whipstick was climbing his peak
was like six inches, disfigured, grinding his t–th
was like this b-tch is sick drinking china so clean
look f-ck your b-tch! your demise is my design with my drunken fist
mix it right past albuquerque up your chin
prolapse on prozac with a busted lip (f-ggot!)
seems to me the people want it most be sleeping on it
keeping calm, i wrap a rope around your door, you prima donna
shove your head underwater, kicking gets hard
then i’ll strangle all your brain cells ’til you’re f-cking r-t-rded

[chorus]
gonna hate you! f-ck 8 legz!
who’s he even know? he can suck my d-ck!
like that right? f-ck 8 legz!
is he even really famous? he can suck my d-ck!
what a b-tch! you f-ck 8 legz!
is he even my best friend? he can suck my d-ck!
i don’t know! yo f-ck 8 legz
he wasn’t even at my wedding! he can suck my d-ck!
[verse 2: whipstick]
so you mimes keeps it basic abab
multisyllabics like “dude he so crazy!”
nah he’s just lazy, f-ck that it’s shady (what)
b-tch this is my group so suck my d-ck baby
you got some art work you struggling with
forget the b-lls and eyeb-lls i’m now the color of d-ck
remember it’s walk down the streets and never go cross it
offset all your car aid while you choking on sauce hits (k!ll yourself!)
you f-cking lost b-tch you looking exhausted
like you barely made it out, crowd k!ll it in mosh pits
hollow tips stay frosted and you left unresponsive
done with dropping all these elbows, electrifying like rock says
lookin’ so f-ck you b-tch
that’s my brother from another mother, punch and kick
halloween on devil’s night with a pumpkin lit
off with an m80 and a bunch of sh-t
bang, bang! remember us? we the super famous fun time
digging through the underground and running from the sunlight
one night we’ll go crashin’ through your f-cking front lights
with a couple icepacks, firetrucks, and a dumb life

[chorus: mr 8 legz]
f-ck 8 legz!
can he even tie your shoes? he can suck my d-ck!
you can’t skip the sh-t! f-ck 8 legz!
he doesn’t even like parakeets! he can suck my d-ck!
chokes on his nuggets! yeah f-ck 8 legz!
you never seen him swimming in d hist! he can suck my d-ck!
without wearing floaties! f-ck 8 legz!
you should see him play hockey stick! he can suck my d-ck!

- whipstick

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