Lyrics:
From high up on yer crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that
And yank away yer welcome mat
With a coupon Jesus
Don't get mad at nothin'
(Anything) that passes by
Don't yank from the sky
You make up too many voices
Too many scenario's imaginari-OH!
You want to be an MC?
Get what you ask for
Yo, these homo Mcs speed is slo-mo
Yank and lick shots
And still be bobo
On the d-low pack the verbal
physical
And I'm just looking to smash
The she yanks her stockings down
And I know I'm never coming back
because you don't know,
You don't know for
"Erin Go Bragh"
Bright with the harp and the shamrock
And "Libertad para Mexicana"
Just fifty years after Wolftone
Five thousand miles away
The Yanks
They want a real man
With meat on his bones
I'll yank their Yankees
Ring their southern bells
They say, "Ooh brrr
We love a double XL"
[Chorus
knowing applesauce from sin
And uncles trotted one two three
Calling Kyle
His pop was met at the Ballpark Franks
He used to root the radio for Yanks
Scrotum nailed to the block,
Testicles obliterated by ballpeen hammer.
Labia stitched shut, blood runs from suture.
Clitoris removed with the yank
Crank Skank Fat and Rank
Smells like and old Fish Tank
Clustered Zits Explode with Cheez
Yank Whore Down on Scabby Knees
Boils Grow Blow for a Blow
liked you, and then you started to
Blame me, hate me, yank me, all of that
So, i'ma need you to
Think about your choices
Think of how it feel
Baby, how
bad bitch
Do meu quarto nunca sai
E eu sempre faço esse dinheiro
Também faço essa vibe (2X)
Se tô no Studio mina pare de ligar
Empilhando com Yank
flag I'ma wave it around
Most of my niggas they black or they brown
That's just my preference I'm cool with the yanks
Creeping on niggas I'm hitting
be basic
I take life by the cliterus and I yank it
My wicked ways tend to make everyone anxious
'Cause I'm the kid your parents told you never to hang
and flees
Her neurons she sprees on ‘lusions like these
clien abductees - such terrors she drees
Skank yank appointees of acronymese
Hey kitty, hey fleas,
What they trying to prove? Creeping up behind. They’re getting to my mind. They’re coming in their tanks. Or is it the Yanks? Russian Bear or Uncle Sam?
In a few months they'll need to cut deeper into my cheek
Scrape out the cyst yank out the tooth and there's another cyst on my right side
that needs
When you talk that shit you spazz
Fuckhing a Jesus freak
Yank on her cross n bleed
I'll eat your lining up
I'm from the sewer guts
I'm drenched in perma
me to change?
I'll fill your heart with love
Then I'll yank it right from your chest
Hold the mess
Watch it while you gasp and take your final
Them tats on your body
Young niggas yank triggers
Bust MACs through your body
I mack on these hotties
Put him on the team, give
Me money, give me pussy
and
Plus he always carrying
I'm lit up like the circus but you
Play it ain't noe fair in him
Always at the ATM
I ball hard just yank the rim
They say
real, ich Touchdown mit der Squad
LA Yanks und zieh' das Cash am ATM
Brands, die hier bis jetzt noch keiner kennt
Seit mei'm Glow-up sucht die Bitch
the white caps
Need a night cap, son, get me to sleep
Crushin' powder on the counter, roll a bill up, repeat
Yeah, still I come back when she yank at my
and flees Her neurons she sprees on ‘lusions like these clien abductees - such terrors she drees Skank yank appointees of acronymese Hey kitty, hey fleas,
cake i’ll come yank your braids
they can’t fuck with us
im on my way up to the top
and ian giving up
dont say my name if you get caught you better not
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