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letra de hand me that - yyz

okay
he’s the opposite of prominent
proposterous, incompetent
the consequence of living with the devil as an occupant
[?] models in a lava pit
cheek to cheek and meet and greets
he’s shaking hands like parkinson’s
awesomeness
yeah, he’s the composite
but he’s still bugging like the carc-ss in the bottom of his conduits
‘cause this is all just bs
guess we’ll just see when we catch onto it
if he was g-y and british, just tell me, would you latch onto it?
[?] ( what you’re gonna do )
handle d-ck, and watch him catch on fire like a candle wick
shammy’s sl!ck
[?]
i heard he likes ‘em chunkier like hearty cups of campbell’s is

half rapper, half actor
knapsack backwards
[?] graham crackers
follow me ‘round back and swallow these brown caps
‘cause i’m droppin’ jaws
better lock it up like it’s your father’s car
seriously baby, you gon’ finish that?
[?] or nah?
take another sip, i’ll have you wetter than a crocanaw
pokemon ref’rence
hopin’ y’all get this
target audience is just like bro c’mon

next quip, rapper’s dad
i got it rolling in it’s grave
cause man, i ain’t poppin’ caps unless they packed in vma
mixin’ ecstasy with g-ye
i just call it rollin’ snow
right now i can’t feel my fingers and my hands ain’t even cold

and my hands ain’t even cold
tryna talk to god but he won’t answer me no more
maybe it’s ‘cause i don’t call my family at home
when i’m travilin’ this road, i’m jus’ handlin’ my own

if i fall back on the street, i’mma land on my feet
got on pants in my dreams
i’m a battle fatigued
i’m a shackles, a wing
stayin’ up all night
ahh my bad, i’m a swing

i’m a limp d-ck
unbeatable god
my ball’s are blue
double d, double die
i lean to the right
like i’m drinkin’ a sprite, but the e’s implied

f-ckin’ witchu mama ‘cause you love the way i eat a p-ssy
f-ckin’ witchu mama ‘cause you love the way i eat a p-ssy

i’m f-ckin’ weird
god’s a virgin, musketeers
still i got them runnin’ back
like martin for the buccaneers
schizophrenic, and i swear i need a f-ckin’ clinic
‘cause i seem to k!ll my name with every single room i enter
livin’ on a bando like a robot from the future
i’mma visit with my vendor from a [?] or a cruiser

and i don’t wanna die or get locked up
i’m just tryna take a few more shots than big papa
wilkes booth, fifty abraham at the opera
[?], kennedy and lohan in a halter

so ‘til i’ve got something that i can profit on
i’ma keep on birthin’ out these hits quicker than octomom
drivin’ down the autobahn, baby i’m your dr. oz
watch eat my sh-t up like a new flavor of haagen daaz

- yyz

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