Lyrics:
them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound, The way I refrain, from hangin with simps and never fuckin with shrimp that ain't deveined
Streets are all empty, the network's deveined Buildings walled up, electricity drained Shots in the square where they mowed them all down River
Famously aimless, pain in the anus No tupperware, when nothing's there, you can't contain it Deveined while you wait, ah No hesitate on my plate, ah
they Might just wear my skin home I walk like a D-Day sim You walk like a de-veined shrimp simp! I know a couple things about a couple things I know
it ain't deveined I may never reach fame I may never reach for it My worth speaks for itself But I'm who wrote the speech for it Do this for my Aunt 'n
Is he? Is he? oh Is he known for getting deplaned? For leaving raw shrimp de-veined? Is he living up in Plattsburgh? In the sewers with the fatbergs
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