[Intro]
Yo this is for all those s**y a** b**hes and those hot a** hoes
HIT IT
[Verse 1]
All i want is b**hes to f**
Im going to the club en im trying my luck
Rollin through the streets
While i roll up a spliff
Rollin in b**hes
While i roll in the ditch
Just kidddin i only roll in b**h
f** talking to women
Im just stalkin a women
So i can f** women
Ain't no smhuck women
b**h
Women are objects that like to get fuccccc
And all men are just here to get a good succcc
I don't get called tyrone because im not black
I like to f** p**y and i like to smoke crack
(threw my nose)
Yeah that's how it goes
Pull up in the back
Yup before the party
Because i'm an early bird
She's lookin for that early worm
b**h get in the car and we early squirm
[Verse 2]
Pizza pop hot
p**y pop a lot
Definitely a thot
Can't get caught
Can't call a cop
Here's a thought
The proportion of the circumference is relative to the radius
Of my a**hole, f*ggot
I talk soft but i also rock hard
b**hes snortin coke like im a rockstar
b**h im always rock hard
You can call me co*kstar
When im at the club i drop more b**hes than i drop bars
Got more b**hes than there are stars
If i had a women for each of my cars
You'd need two earths
And two suns to compensate
Everytime that i f** b**hes they love that I cum late
When i finish with b**hes i yell “b**h you makin me straight”
Ain't no juxtaposition
Just f**ing position
b**h look away from me, this sh** ain't an audition
Im just f**ing that a** and pretending you're a guy
I can't do that gay sh** while you look in my eye
I eat that a** just like a eat a good meal
Home cooked at my moms house while im keepin it real
If you want to f** dudes just give me a call
These b**hes get stitches cause they can't ball
And when I say ball I mean the s**ual kind
These snitches use ritches just to hustle and grind
b**h I'm a f**ing mastermind
f** big dudes just to pa** the time
Take it from the back while I steal a rhyme
When I hear a fire beat you know that I will take it
Half the b**hes here are stuck and ain't gunna make it
When I entered the rap game no one knew my f**ing name
Now I roll in the b**h like nothings changed
When I rhyme I chillax and relax for a bit
To get through the week, to get through the sh**
Bars so hot you need oven mitt
[Verse 3]
b**h I literally have depression
Yes I'm sad all the time
This b**h got an obsession
Like yes I'm mad you doing crime
Like b**h f** you of course I'm mad
What would you expect when I find my dad
And all I've internalized has just fallen back to me
And this b**h a** neighba said he'd look out for me
When I say sad and depression I mean it in a manly way
Of course I'm joking, feelings are gay
When there's a fork in the road I choose the way
Because if a woman had to choose it , I would choose to stay
b**hes like to call me f*ggot
When she turn that b**h look like bob saget
Because that p**y's fuller than the house
Joey or jesse i'd nut in both their f**ing mouths
Then bring both those thots south
Because i'd go down on a mother f**er
They go cuz this jam dope like smuckers
Warm Lips around my co*k
Just as tight as my one sock
Neighbor I'm in the club with your girl on my jock
Bounce to me and you're bound to be blocked
Come late to tea and you're down to get clocked
Hour hand, second hand you're going to get knocked
Once you answer your door you're going to get glocked
Finger on the trigger and I'm ready to pop pop
Blood spilling like soda that you will have to mop
This is the last bar
This verse can not be topped
You can call me octagon
Because I can't be stopped
[Outro]
(f**in retarted b**h)