B-Ly & WillFake - Madmen lyrics

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B-Ly & WillFake - Madmen lyrics

[ Verse 1 : Jarvis ] I have a teacher Her name is sh**ty I wanna wreck it She is greedy like a brodie She often creampie She is very freaky and a little crazy Dammit! I hate it She is antidisestablishmentarianism Leader of Illuminati Her head like a goblet I wanna bet it for Pumpkinhead I will be cracked, smashed, bashed, crashed It until become maggot You know? You are f**in' stinky, nasty, lazy motherf**er, b**h! Come on, WillFake! [ Verse 2 : WillFake ] Gracias, Jarvis! (You're welcome!) Honestly your face like a jar full of fish Calm down, man! I'm gonna start verse not like s**ers What you said? Her? Who's her? A cooky pusher? I got a plot for you, I'm tryin' to adjust it for you I wanna kick her with the sneaker Make her eat a Snicker Take her kid, just sicker Bake her tit, I slit her a little, make her skin crispier than a cracker Fake her with a teacher Deck her out a trouser Heck, her mouth a little bit of bulldozer Make her meetle pedal to the metal Check her house, a middle of road A piece of cake, her bout a little bit bicker Jack her, trouble attained a bigger Make her knackered by the neck Shiverin' by the back, she very goes ballistic Lack of cyber internet for her Shake her head off, let her let up Rack her brain, awake her You're bullyin' us, you're bull in shop at China Jarvis, I'm done continuing yours, yank her chain off [ Hook ] We gotta, we gotta, gotta be madmen [ Verse 3 : B-Ly ] Ill-bred track, I come to hurt ‘cause I hate love and I love hate Black out, gonna testify what'll them rappers crap My b**h's friend's takin' a nap, lopin' off a freestyle Man, I pack a little bit three titles for ya to f**ing tear tiles So you send me a retirement letter Smearin' it with a Saccharomyces cereviceae But sorry, s*ut, I'm a teetotaler Swing you back nitroglycerin Bill opened the Gates up, watchin' pitbull drag a fried drake ‘Cause B-Ly motherf**in' has lied in his bed But you f**in' act like fly in his head and drivin' him crazy They f**in' think I'm lazy, weak as f**, dancin' like daisy Some of ‘em thought that I'm amazin' f** them lame ducks, stinky male laity Dislocate her shoulder blade, shout ‘em the f** down Make them quiet while I get this b**h got ashtma Shock her with miasma, Jarvis, Will, I'm f**ing fence-straddlin' Kick her patella by the time doin' yoga, motherf**ers sip vodka

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