The Feminists - Buttered Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Alec] I'm feelin' sheistier than John Lennon's wife was Avocado style, dig her out, and she's a tight one It's not allowed: no teeth, she's tryna bite somethin' So I peace to the retirement home and I entice 'em Find a widow with the nice gums, have her swallow My cajones until they're swollen and I've gotta ice 'em We mail order females over borders and we cuttin' corners But we gettin' four for the price of one, b**h And I rhyme nicer than your priest was Freestylin' with my dick out, I'm eating pizza Beasta, bong rippin', breathin' out and yea I'm weeded out And knockin' f** boy rappers on they keista These YouTube preteens are like a feast for Me and Viva, roll in tandem like we the police, see us See me, I'm a beast and you rappers all leashed up One sixteen, I'll leave your rectum in pieces Ape sh**, I call it primate feces Incest, stagin' blind dates with my nieces Now I'm heatin' up and I don't know the degrees or The disease that makes me breath and sh** reefer See the white splatters on the long-sleeved T-shirt I clean it up at my leisure Hi, we're The Feminists, nice to meet her But we treat our women like we're living in Egypt b**h, do your research [Verse 2: Viva] Deranged youth, caged in the booth, a nuke I'm sprayin' sh** till I faint, it ain't nothin' new I'm psycho, yea, whatever, just changin' the roof Layin' the truth while my girl stays playin' the flute Complainin' she's got a pain and it's an*l induced Sayin' sh**'s gotta change cause she can't even poop Claimin' she got a name, I ain't got the faintest of clues I smoke weed every day but that ain't an excuse Cuz homie I sh** bricks on infant no name rappers With fat chicks f**in' rubber dicks Rubbin' dicks against oven mitts and nun covenants Middle fingers up screamin' "Motherf** the government" Feminists, cummin' in your burger buns, I'm lovin' it Bump us in your f**in' eardrums, start hummin' it In cla** and get slapped by that **** b**h Thinkin' of dumbest sh** to spit, just havin' fun with it Gettin' the honeys cummin' and the rapist can't stomach it I'm somethin' sick, somewhat sick and tired Of eatin' p**y that smells like expired hummus dip But f** it, I huff and I puff and I'm stuffin' my tongue in it bu*terin' the muffin then I'm s**in' my cousin's dick And spittin' his cum in a big bucket of onion rings Vivarosa on that Paul Bunyan dick, yea It's all fun and sh** till Fig's bu*thole rips, b**h