Slingun - Asspirations lyrics

[Verse 1:] Have ya' ever released one of those farts which Smell to that smell that your bu*t emanates When ya' a**-pire?, aspirin' to g-ild the cover of Your pie, and skyrocket the beams of your bake shop Collect the profit from the cashier and be able To acquire with the daughters of the caterers and Dribbel their bu*thole and leave it as watered as a Teetotaller bein' squirted by Scarlett Johannson, or Just lick it as a club, wait... I'm still no Miley Cyrus; Put emphasis in the licked tool and... crumble The bread of your mind and let the leaven of your sk**s Strut; my unique a**-piration's to garnish my wall With a poster of Slingun rockin' in a stad- -ium with some sweat drops gleetin' from my jaw Down my neck, eludin' some dirty thongs comin' from The first row seats; yeah! nothin' is impossible If you a**pire it first!... [Hook:] I won't step down neither untie my tie; Repeatedly brokin' the rules as a reboot of Jim Stark Never throw in the towel, just waitin' for it until it dry To pause me you'll need more than some handcuffs; I can be unarmed but always can count on my rhymes So don't underrate my a**pirations cause they're Al-mighty as god for a catolic c*nt (they're what?) Powerful as Allah for an arabian c*nt; Oh! here's comes the drop... [Verse 2:] Have ya' ever discharged one of those farts which Smell to that pest that your crack radiates When ya' a**-pire?, aspirin' to ground in the mud a Possible livin' as a rapper, and inspire and entire Era of white pigs with a pitiless fretfulness against Their parents, waitin' to drop some tears at the Time of sling my hook settin' sail to Los Angeles And then wipe 'em with the pad of a prostitute at Sun Valley, I'm behead her, she's the captain trim!; Put emphasis in the money inside your pocket and... imagine Your a** in a sofa at the middle of a mansion located In the Bird Street, watchin' your face in the news while Your wife's fertilizin' with the gardener inside Your Aston Martin, for me that sounds fantastic!; Endurance to the highest degree cause I'll give a sh** when pigs start flyin', so keep a**pirin'! [Hook:] [Verse 3:] Have ya' ever set free one of those deads which Smell to that prez your bum propagates When ya' a**-pire?, aspirin' to sign fans's humpties Dumplings at the backstage of a concert takin' Place at Sun Life in Miami; I'm constantly Reverin' to sparkle as the dental structure of an afro American downie rinsin' his mouth with Sno-White; Till heaven quake over I'd use all my cartridges until I die for lack of bullets so at least I've already tried it; Put emphasis in your weapons and... open fire Against life cause it hadn't been made for f*ggots Neither for bu*t huggers, I only hope to smell this song In a future and have already sh**ted whatever I a**pired Pulled the chain of my diamond throne and ferociously Kobe Khloe & Kim while Kanye's dinin' some burned Fishticks closed in his arrogance, my dick's aimin' north; Ha! calm down Yeezus, chill out, I'm just a**pirin'... [Hook:] [Outro:] You can't see the changes that You're a**pirin' 'bout, cause they're internal They're around our guts or somethin' like that I'm not very sure... See ya' later!