Lyrics:
today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
They do.
I say that human
tsunami
It tastes like pastrami
I gave her salami
She twisting her body
That bitch origami
Remind me of zombies
She born in the 90s
But act like a hippie
I said damn she got fat one Im tryna poke it
Had her roll us up a fat blunt just for me to smoke it
But the ash white black Runtz said it's Potent
lines to get inside her head,
There's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed.
This ain't a love song, this is a fuck song, don't have to sing
you gonna tell her after she discovers (you probably think this song is about you)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown (don't
you gonna tell her after she discovers (you probably think this song is about you)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's gonna be a showdown (don't
In a direction to speak on something that's realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was
I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
Who fled from the mocking throng-o
It's the song
across the globe,
Cuz she been sayin that she missing me.
Grab her by her throat,
When I see her that girl frisky.
Lay her down fuck her to my slow songs
been fogging up my view
I'm on the move brother serving up the zombies up in the school
You is a fool and your shorty she on me for the jewels
Show her
all came from?
I bet you're thinking your songs's the only song she's ever sung,
You're probably thinking by now her heart ain't where it used
She got ocean eyes
She got ocean eyes
She got ocean eyes
Fell on her body she got thunder thighs
She fuck with me and Now I wonder why
She got ocean
she scream mama mia
Told her please don't call me dear rather buy me a deer
Saw me riding in a bm now she slide in my Dm
Shawdy loves to party late
have to
Do it on an angle
And in big bands
You save it for
The very end of the song
And Mr. Scott
He let me play
The song Rockin' Robin
On the kit in
Can she make a pudding well, Charming Billy?
She can make a pudding well, I can tell it by the smell
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
zombies on the sunnyside
With lotion squirts ... and moans
Their precious bodies by the poolsides
Remodeled like their homes...
On silicone
yeah yeah
She said no more rnb songs, she said no more rnb songs
She said no more rnb songs
No more rnb songs no more rnb songs
Yeah, she said her hearts
She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said,
rage when he sees that the centre page is a boy band poster.
"She's possessed by the devil!"
Her mother shouts.
Blaming it on Satan, like it's
wrote a Linda song
He nearly broke his heart at writing
Linda kept him from despair
Standin' by his side
Through the hungry days
But he hardly
Benjamins them my best friends
Gotta get it all, no less ends
Foreign lil jawn with some fresh skin
I'ma get all in her flesh and drill till she scratchin' my
to do what I do?
Stay in your lane, young man
I do my thing, young man
Although I never made a reason to lie
I kiss the sky
Her imagination bleed into
the same
Writin' sad songs in his room
Never come out like he in a tomb
If I die, bury me in a tomb
So I can walk around and move
Yeah, that's what zombies
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