Lyrics:
on my grundle
Marathon at my apartment hard, in fact, it's fundle time
All-day on my birthday, it was Dolcé in the summer-time
Boy, I can give your ass
we're gays" (Gay bars love us)
Boy, don't clean your taint (Tongue punch your taint)
I eat ass for days (So much ass)
Grundle on my mouth, I go kiss yo
is still the same
Out there on the Queens Ave
They tried to bag me for the blunt, I had the bundle by the grundle
I'm running on the humble,
they're fucking concubating
Dickcraft with my homie, Mike, magic when his grundle tight
Arson with his arse on fire, when we set that taint alight
Bovine
Cardboard teeth to eat your grundle
Hide your money in a sock
Lighting up the gas flames
Burning at the torch
Toro toro matador
Killing just for sport
on the sexual
Is something like a giant scrotum made of love
More like a doopy grundle out for her revenge
And in those moments where can we turn our faces?
I
So it so it so it won't take you long
Might take some spine though
Might take some duct tape
I don't mind the grundle
(No, I don't mind I don't mind
at the grundle
"Ew please fucking turn this track off"
Imma need a minute call me CK and I'll jack off
Wait wait wait wait wait
Just cuz you don't like it doesn't
of IKEAs unmappable premises
Bovine Jesus found me
A bulge formed from Bovine Jesus's chest to his grundle
His mammoth-sized udders began to shake
to make it mumble
On the come through
Several grams are stuffed inside the grundle
Saw the goal line
Went airborne and did a tumble
Then I landed on my feet
baby feed
Step child suck a tittie, matter’o’fact lick my grundle
You don’t rap, all that trap is just decorated grumble
My verses are keys, bitch
I
much grundle
17 years i been under
Now I'm breaking out of the ground
And I'm staking out the crown
I been a cicada turned into a paper chaser
Bet
them: lick my grundle
Rhymes by the bundle, go tell your uncle
(Tell him what?) that my DJ cuts so gross
Like the arms on a kid with a suicide note
Spizzy
si stack, můžeš zavolat
Nekonečno variant, já vybral si už tuhle
Coolest junkie, furt jsem vysmaženej jak grundle
Na hlavě mám dredy a vypadaj jak
to the jungle
Stash the weed by the grundle
My buddy mumbles that the cop
Probably knows his uncle
Get it dropped like a fumble
I said, "that shit's bimpin'"
5'8"
Nekonečno variant, já vybral si už tuhle
Coolest junkie, furt jsem vysmaženej jak grundle
Na hlavě mám dredy a vypadaj jak nudle
Víš, co říkám, když říkám, že
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