Camboi Smif - Crayola lyrics

[VERSE 1] I have fallen and I cannot get up Call Life Alert I'm crawling and I'm horny as f** I kinda like the dirt You seem pretty trill though Here is my number Maybe we can chill - no? Oh, only dykes avert Talkame, baby I want to hear more about you Hang out with you and Strip you of your moral values And down to your round b**bs I'll scrounge arousal Lounge, smoke loud, and Get milked like cows do I'mma f** a b**h wearing Diamond shoes and gucci sh** Open up that a** and Let me see that nucleus Beat the p**y up Like my name Uriah Faber You think I am a rapper? b**h, I am a raper Do yourself a favor and Ash that flavored paper Save the roach for later We can roast it in the nater And toke with Joe Frazier And watch the show Frasier Say no, ya cold glacier Cuz you a total babester And you retarded like a Motherf**er with autism Open ya orifices so I Can stick my balls in 'em Dunkin' on you b**hes And then I call Griffin Askin Blake if he seen it And he said "I sure didn't" Damn dude Maybe you should pay attention Before you know it, I'll be The reason that yo babies missin' I am crayola and You could not rock with me So make like some taco meat And do not talkame [BRIDGE] Do not talkame Don't you f**in' talkame You should never f**in' talkame Just don't talkame [VERSE] I get in where I fit in, even where I didn't, persistently slippin' In women and fill 'em with jism To split them like fission Within your wedding I would Be the best man, to give Ya girl a shaking orgasm On a web Cam- Boi Smif dunks in Ya a**, like basketball Don't y'all be flattered at all I am on adderall f** you, pay me Hate me crazy Caking ladies In baby gravy Make me saying Chelsea Lately Lately I've been Raping babies And I finger rape who*es On my finger skateboards Ollie over ovaries cuz That's what I paid for An awful azul waffle's Not docile at brothels, more less a Colossal debacle for a head's Nostril, navel to forehead Corbin Bleu's cheese Sudanese cornbread I'm sick of receiving that Boring who*e's boars head Dead and gone with the Windows 98 bottles of beer on the Walmart Shopping Eric Cartman served on A Trayvon Martin Lawrence Attackin' her vag box hard, in The back of a matchbox car, tap Ass in the hatchback and that snatch Is wetter than a Pavlov dog- Gone-it I shouldn't have smoked that midgrade weed I don't even know what I was talking about in those last couple bars Just take me home I don't want to be here anymore I'm sorry, everybody I went too far and I'll admit it