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Who's the most famous rapper in the history of history I beg to differ No Who would you say is the most famous in your mind Mickey Mouse I'm just a mouse in the trap And I'm not talking about a mouse trap Oh no no no no Do you remember when Miley stopped working for me She kind of went through a little phase, you know Well, Mickey's kind of down bad now too, so uh, yeah Come on kids, let's go down to the trap house Ha ha Let the bullets fly Like pelicans at the shore Police are here now And they're knocking at my door They question me like, why does he look like some Swiss cheese? Huh? What you mean What the fuck else is an op for Just some simple target practice That's on my life And if saying that is wrong, then I don't want to be right I got nothing to lose, so I hope I reunite with my big bro Oz He's serving 20 to life Meeska, mooska Shoot up this house If you is a goofy, keep my name out your mouth Well, garsh Mickey See? That's what I'm talking 'bout I'll load up the clip and watch his body fall down Rub a dub dub, splish splash in his blood Don't you ever play with me Is that understood? I'll hit you with my shotty As soon as no one's looking, then I'll T-bag your dead body Just because I could I mean, shucks I beat a pussy up so bad, they went and called PETA on me For animal cruelty It's not funny, guys It's not a joke What do you mean You think I'm playing No My name is known around these parts I mean, shit I even have two theme parks Lil' bitch Even your mama knows Mickey Amount of racks I have is silly Because I'm the face of Disney Kanye made a billy Cute, I need a trilly Let my drugs and all my money just pile to the ceiling You know I'm a mouse the way I'm getting cheese I've been here since 1928, I'm a real OG I have a whole planet named after my dog If that's not a flex, well then fuck you all We can schedule a meeting I'll introduce you to the beam They could have some ears like mine And they still won't hear your screams Cause they probably on my payroll And that's a fact Oh yeah, and fuck Nickelodeon I heard they calling me a rat I ain't no rat, I'm a mouse There's a fucking difference One is murdered for the snitching The other one is spitting Ha HA! So let that be a lesson You fucking mousekatools I don't want to hear another peep out of them Hey, Minnie, can you grab me some soap? I need to wash some blood off my hands Thank you Remember, kids, even gangsters have manners HA Ha
Writer(s): Nathanyel Mead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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