Skittlez - Miss Marry Mack lyrics

Miss Marry Mack Yo, i'll bet she be back Snapple fact: you rather wack Yeah, the s** in the sack Posted up just like a thumbtack Fat old b**h in a f**ing black gown That sh** is mad depressin, bringin me down The face mob, kept it ghetto for the the town She must be lonley in that house Start beef bigger then your spouse Hey stop running your mouth I write small And we can't fall By the phone, no call These joints here not found at the mall f** you mary But but so smooth call me hairy But these hoes so messy I'd done stacked man I swear alot? I f**ing hate this job No i dont So get them ends hot f** sh** Ass b**h In The Vaginal Belch For four hundred plus years you should be scared of ol' Mack k**in em, them names are whack Skin tone i wish i could take it back A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack I didn't take my f**ing ritalin, this is a hype track Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back Woof, b**h, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack Keep it going she gettin' mad Pa** that, catch back, fast that Money makes 'em think they know me You can disown him or stone him Let my angel sing Through thick and thin