Torso
Duey, you're so fucking dirty
Shit
Craz', lots of mutilating my genitalia
You guys really support that fuckin' idiot Trump?
I had a hernia when I was two years old (I had surgery)
Ay, fuck
Let me get this off my chest
When I'm dead then I can rest
Drink too much, I am depressed
Leave your boy a bloody mess
He look like period sex
Define what you mean, lil' bitch
My mean lil' bitch say, "Smoke a blunt"
Get too close, you will regret
Fuck a cheat code, I'm on it
Ho, I'm fuckin' sicker than plague, the bubonic
I wanna deepthroat your momma
Telling her to clean on my dick, on it
If I say I'll squeezе ya fuckin' head until you slumber down
I guarantee, it's not a promise
I likе it when she bleeds all on the bed, the sheet gon' turn to red
It's one thing I find erotic, blitz
Wanna fuck my mind up bitch
Only thing my throat'll spit
What the hell is wrong with him?
Uh, just, uh, just drink my piss
Too much pain, need Vicodin
Tick tock, tick tock, hydrogen
Bombs go off, we die again
But, I still got some shit I need to say, so
Let me get this off my chest
When I'm dead then I can rest
Drink too much, I am depressed
Leave your boy a bloody mess
He look like period sex
Define what you mean, lil' bitch
My mean lil' bitch say, "Smoke a blunt"
Get too close, you will regret
This is the part of the song where everything goes wrong
Chest, chest, chest...
Get the fuck off
Get the fuck off of my chest
Look, can you pass me one of my duds
Shit
Craz', lots of mutilating my genitalia
You guys really support that fuckin' idiot Trump?
I had a hernia when I was two years old (I had surgery)
Ay, fuck
Let me get this off my chest
When I'm dead then I can rest
Drink too much, I am depressed
Leave your boy a bloody mess
He look like period sex
Define what you mean, lil' bitch
My mean lil' bitch say, "Smoke a blunt"
Get too close, you will regret
Fuck a cheat code, I'm on it
Ho, I'm fuckin' sicker than plague, the bubonic
I wanna deepthroat your momma
Telling her to clean on my dick, on it
If I say I'll squeezе ya fuckin' head until you slumber down
I guarantee, it's not a promise
I likе it when she bleeds all on the bed, the sheet gon' turn to red
It's one thing I find erotic, blitz
Wanna fuck my mind up bitch
Only thing my throat'll spit
What the hell is wrong with him?
Uh, just, uh, just drink my piss
Too much pain, need Vicodin
Tick tock, tick tock, hydrogen
Bombs go off, we die again
But, I still got some shit I need to say, so
Let me get this off my chest
When I'm dead then I can rest
Drink too much, I am depressed
Leave your boy a bloody mess
He look like period sex
Define what you mean, lil' bitch
My mean lil' bitch say, "Smoke a blunt"
Get too close, you will regret
This is the part of the song where everything goes wrong
Chest, chest, chest...
Get the fuck off
Get the fuck off of my chest
Look, can you pass me one of my duds
Credits
Writer(s): Colby Suoy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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