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letra de bath salt - witt lowry

i’m talking, three blind mice, three fat dyk-s
i take my heart out of my body just to chisel the ice
i’m a ghost to you b-tch, so i’ll be on life
call my grandma a c-nt, see i be all nice
you be on the right
f-ck mark and f-ck my life (yeah f-ck him)
now we should see how many faces i can f-ck in a night
now i’m starving to fight, so if you can think i’m starving you’re right
see now i’m starving to get my d-ck into her guard-it with life (that ain’t right)
i dont give a f-ck what you think
i beat the p-ssy up, till that sh-t is purple and stink
kids think that when i spit, i’m so dirty and mean
well is it weird that sometimes when i spit i cream
all over my whitey tightys and my levi jeans?
or that i didn’t grow a p-b- until i turned 18?
now my spleen has turned green, what the f-ck does that mean?
now i’m watching spongebob while she’s fl!cking her bean
i mean…

(mark… mark! what the f-ck?!
snap the f-ck out of it!
what the f-ck is wrong with you?!)

[verse 2: witty]

i took a teste out, just so i could slingshot it
my d-ck’s soaked in vomit, and these girls still want it
one day i overdosed on midol to stop my flow
it didn’t work, now all greens are sold out. sorry hoes!
f-ck rapping these words
i’ll create my own language, like
gee bit yoy bit loy bik alang dik
mak mak aluku, bak bak ulang dik
i just made you listen to a rap where i ain’t saying sh-t!
flow like goldilocks, d-ck the size of dopey
grandma, when i left, i f-cking did the hokey pokey
just because we’re blood doesn’t mean you f-cking know me
if i see you again, i’ll scream “f-cking blow me!”
cause you are below me, and below that, and below that
i’ll cut your branch off my family tree and never look back
b-lls so big, my pants can’t fit the b-llsack
if that’s not ballin’, what the f-ck should we call that?

(mark… what the f-ck is wrong with you?…
mark… mark!!)

[verse 3: witty]

i asked old mother hubbard what the f-ck was in her cupboard
it’s a whole bag of weed, and a big box of rubbers
this dude (will) be like “bro, homie, we are not brothers!”
call me a motherf-cker cause i probably f-cked your mother
my d-ck is in a bag of balogna for all these phonies
that won’t stay off my meat and keep acting like they know me
dreams of freddy kruger, nightmares of pink ponies
i fill a dumb line with a ballin’ white kobe
ate a guy’s face off, changed my name to raekwon
jumped out of a plane while i was strapped to a napalm
watch a zombie eat my leg and still i f-cking stay calm
strapped myself to a ferris wheel so i could stay on
i walked into panera, stuck my d-ck in the soup
they said “what the f-ck are you doing?” i said “i’m making beef stew!”
kids, this is what happens when you don’t go to school
and you sit in the back of cl-ss writing raps, eating glue, dude

(mark.. mark! …
snap the f-ck out of it! ..
what the f-ck is wrong with you?!?)

[verse 4: witty]

i stuck my b-tt cheeks in a blender, to see how long
i could last with the pain while i was writing this song
i lasted about two minutes, and everything went wrong
now all i got is one b-tt cheek and a half-done song
thong, bong, pong, i’ll battle king kong’s dong on
with a purple d-ld- and a robot of gumps
i’m not crazy man, i just say the sh-t that you wouldn’t
well now i suck? motherf-cker i’m doing sh-t that you couldn’t!
lemme down this hundredproof and try to still walk straight
i ripped off my license plate and drove down the interstate
i’m just going for a nice drive, mooning as i drive by
but i still only got one b-tt cheek so they be wide-eyed
girls wanna try i, but most of y’all are f-cking hoes
but they’re the ones that like the lines like this. well, what do you know?
turn a berry manelo, eat a sandwich filled with mold
tell them that i’m never f-cking stopping ’til i’m dead and cold

- witt lowry

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