Fuckface 187
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
Fuck what your mom saw
I've got my sawed off
Gonna dust some fucking cops off
Fuck the fucking Glock shots
Ops drop when they get popped off
Ya mama fatha and daughta
Get slaughtered like Dahmer
Popping a lot of flakka
You gonna meet old McDonald
Get sent to his farm with pot holes
The size of the moons hollow
And the fucking socks full
So who they gonna fucking model
What the fuck you a suicidalist
Let me euthanize ya bitch
Why didn't you decide to live
You lost ya stupid life to shit
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
Why the fuck do you hate living
Bitch this ya fucking thanksgiving
When I come spray biscuits
And you get ya brains wig split
I'll fucking make living
A living hell literally save this shit
When you pay Satan a visit
Coming home to rape this bitch
Don't fuck with me faggot
I'll wipe ya off the planet
Damn quit asking for ya casket
You get blasted like hits of acid
What the fuck you can't stand bitch
Take this fucking molly pop it
Until ya fucking body's dropping
Like bottles of OxyContin
And ya get to see ya body's coffin
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
Fuck what your mom saw
I've got my sawed off
Gonna dust some fucking cops off
Fuck the fucking Glock shots
Ops drop when they get popped off
Ya mama fatha and daughta
Get slaughtered like Dahmer
Popping a lot of flakka
You gonna meet old McDonald
Get sent to his farm with pot holes
The size of the moons hollow
And the fucking socks full
So who they gonna fucking model
What the fuck you a suicidalist
Let me euthanize ya bitch
Why didn't you decide to live
You lost ya stupid life to shit
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
Why the fuck do you hate living
Bitch this ya fucking thanksgiving
When I come spray biscuits
And you get ya brains wig split
I'll fucking make living
A living hell literally save this shit
When you pay Satan a visit
Coming home to rape this bitch
Don't fuck with me faggot
I'll wipe ya off the planet
Damn quit asking for ya casket
You get blasted like hits of acid
What the fuck you can't stand bitch
Take this fucking molly pop it
Until ya fucking body's dropping
Like bottles of OxyContin
And ya get to see ya body's coffin
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
What the fucks up fuckface motherfucker
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