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Justin Ryan McNichol
Justin Ryan McNichol
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Schadenfroyd You ready I'm ready Then let's go They found my wrotables yo They always quotables Be at the show tonight man I bet your folkll go Feelin pro so big Not small like Frodo Prototype kinda hype The type you know tho I'm puffin fog like Smaug You droppin copy songs Ill smash back your whole pack of collect-a-pawgs You think you wanna bag back Ill leave it up to God You smokin sod my man Your baggies full of fraud Mama trippin Cause hes sipping Then he's dippin Being wicked Asked why, silence like a dead crickets Sticky wicket Spit a spigot of vinegar And some bullshit bukakke Say you got me but you not me You thot me huh I know you're feelin me You know I'm hearing thee Why don't you open your eyes and set your mind free You can taste me But what you're smellins a hell of a good idea And I think I just might join ya Be dat boi dat you wanna get with and get down with Hit the town with Wear the crown with Quit playin around with my emotions That looks a potion And you know I want a sip tonight Unh Your body's in motion Got me knowin That we goin Back to your place but first Let me get that double consent May I Yeah May I Yeah Girl That's right That's right I burst Freely flowin on the beat like that babblin Brooke Who stole one last look and took Any self-respect that you had booked Try to keep your composure And you'll expose her as the espionage master Moving faster toward Managé tóis Ooo la la mes amis Got em all beggin down on they knees Burn a few more trees Put em up in the breeze Unh Unh Somebody murdered it You shoulda knew Id hit Gonna make you worship it You know that verse is lit Now Somebody murdered it You shoulda knew Id hit Gonna make you worship it You know that verse is lit You never really know whos cock riding or blockin Bark but your spark collar steady shockin Imma crank the voltage til youre pop and lockin Droppin down to the floor smokin rotten In case you've forgotten Say bring its been broughten My bratwurst not the worst thing on your conscience Stacking bricks and sticks Cash is not the object You object Now pay attention to the process Your profits only defined by your work And its not worth giving up big margin first The largest purse you ever gonna get a shot at Wont give you the chance to turn tail or top hat You got that I bet you dont I bet you think rock that Stop that Your foolish shit looks like it came off-rack Imma show these kids how to live life no cap From the top of the stack How you think you gonna fall back Must you question if you gonna be alright Just you wait that eddy sho nuff gonna lift your sights Lust makes you live your life on sleepless nights Escalator in reverse chase it up the flight Please excuse the use of profuse euphemisms I see you got the juice you know I wanna fuck with-ums Let's hit the back of the club so you can get your hiccups in Kick em all outta VIP and well do it again All that you've known and been told is a lie And there ain't no fire in hell hot enough to fry Every beginner and sinner in this game called life Hieronomous Bosch got the third panel right That misogynistic villainy is making me sick When it comes to the script I think it's time for a flip Of the cream of the crop You know that I'm the pick Even the ladies say Suck my fuckin dick bitch Somebody murdered it You shoulda knew Id hit Gonna make you worship it You know that verse is lit Now Somebody murdered it You shoulda knew Id hit Gonna make you worship it You know that verse is lit Now
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