JOLLY GOOD SHOW (THE NATIONAL ANTHEM DON'T EVEN SLAP) (feat. Sushi Kardashian, Choppa, Champ, ELI THE SHITSTER & Kingpin Monda)

Oh say can you see, The dawn of this dick I'm in the trap and I'm whipping my wrist I'm in the trap fucking your bitch I got her bucket naked while she cooking grits Goodshow What a Jolly Good show Oh that's your girl, she's a jolly good hoe She takes her time time with the shaft, she sucks it real slow She puts me in her esophagus, she likes to feel me grow What a Jolly Good Day Champ, Sushi, and Jah, it's a holiday All three of in this bitch, like some pornography I hate bitch made niggas, I hate pussy niggas I don't fuck with niggas Like the KKK Like the Klu Klutz Clan Those are some kind gentlemen I like to do a dance, with my hands in my pants I go to sleep, then wake up and count bands When I'm talking about bands I'm not talking about money I don't need currency, you don't need shit from me We got bands like Big Time Rush We got bands like the fucking Jonas Brothers We got bands like, Fall Out Boy Oh say can you see, The chopper on this bitch My brother with me and be used to sell the Nicks Yall can't fuck with me just like a nigga celibate If a nigga try it glocky blow that boy a kiss My nigga shoot like rich brothers Shout out to Keem Bitch want my baby she can't have my seed, that's yo lady my dick in her spleen As a jit man I have no dreams Need a snow bunny for Mr.Keem Need a bad hoe like I'm tryna grab leaves That ain't no problem All of my niggas they wildn Them niggas keep sliding, I feel like a goblin I get to that green, damn You sleep in your coffin you turning on me R.I.P to you, R.I.P to you Just like Elmer's keep it glued I got Sushi with me you know that he go shoot Dudududududu, my niggas go shoot out the roof I got Champ with me you know we counting blues Bands flowing in like a river, sipping this Henny got so much pain up in my liver Hundred bands, human centipede You gotta be kidding me, ten shots it's go make him bleed Hundred bands like a century Getting green like it's celery, take your bread and your treasury Go all of your memories, call me (?) like it's revelry Glock by my side with a foe, shot through his eyes it'll make him open the door Keep a stick and it glow, make em' dance like the Woah And I'm keeping the flow, Keep a glock and it blow And I get to the dough Sipping this lean and I'm moving real slow Makeup like it's Maybelline, counting dough and im counting green Glock on me and It got a beam, kept on me in my truey jeans Built the wall like I set a screen, hella blood like a murder scene Pouring up like I'm making lean Why is Nana feeding that dog bread He need dog food but there ain't no dog food She said " I fed him bread", that don't work Why is Nana feeding that dog bread