No, Our Throats Don't Hurt From Screaming But Thank You For Asking <3
Alright I want to hear you guys scream
So pretend your mom took your Xbox and you're really upset
I want you to yell as loud as you can
And use nothing but throat, just pure throat like this
Yuh don't wanna talk now
Might just pop out
I am a tick
You look like a blood cow
I'm finna ball out when the sun down
Grip on my stick
Make it go bow wow
Imma just tiptoe through your block like imma little monster
Hop out the whip, I pull the trigger, now he is a goner
I think I'm in love with murder, someone please get me my chopper
I'm whipping a brick inside my sick Apache-Helicopter
Dance wit yo' bitch
That Michael Jackson
I may be slow
But never lacking
Like I am my dick
I'm always packing
Off with yo head
Tell you what's hattenin'
Not even funny
That Michael Blackson
Poppin' her tities
That Janet Jackson
Fuck on my sheets
Four hundred satin
Tell me I'm Satan
Toungin' in Latin
'Cause I'm an evil motherfucker
That Mark Zuckerberg
Flay 'em all alive
1 by 1 and it never hurt
Ethan Klein money
Hila Kleiner honey
Play in the dark
But my future looking sunny
Elon Musk in the cut
Look imma get weird
Making Corona my bitch
But stay sick all year
Me and Seven be some demons
But we goin' to heaven
Authorized kills
Like it's lucky number seven
This ain't The Matrix
But bitch I'm the One
Just face it
Blunts and the barrel of my gun
Displacement
Spacin'
Bodies in my basement
Listen to my music
Always show you
What the bass mean
BRAW
Imma trigger happy lovely
Pissin' on your grave
'Cause there wasn't a recovery
Stalking up my bread
Like I seen on the discovery
Colbie Oni Caillat
I am feeling very bubbly
Tell me Seven how you feel
Hope none of this is real
Like the Nine Tail Fox
Gotta break out the seal
Tell me how you feel
Honestly I eat alot
And just like my food
Love when haters be hot, blegh
Don't wanna talk now
Might just pop out
I am a tick
You look like a blood cow
I'm finna ball out when the sun down
Grip on my stick
Make it go bow wow
So pretend your mom took your Xbox and you're really upset
I want you to yell as loud as you can
And use nothing but throat, just pure throat like this
Yuh don't wanna talk now
Might just pop out
I am a tick
You look like a blood cow
I'm finna ball out when the sun down
Grip on my stick
Make it go bow wow
Imma just tiptoe through your block like imma little monster
Hop out the whip, I pull the trigger, now he is a goner
I think I'm in love with murder, someone please get me my chopper
I'm whipping a brick inside my sick Apache-Helicopter
Dance wit yo' bitch
That Michael Jackson
I may be slow
But never lacking
Like I am my dick
I'm always packing
Off with yo head
Tell you what's hattenin'
Not even funny
That Michael Blackson
Poppin' her tities
That Janet Jackson
Fuck on my sheets
Four hundred satin
Tell me I'm Satan
Toungin' in Latin
'Cause I'm an evil motherfucker
That Mark Zuckerberg
Flay 'em all alive
1 by 1 and it never hurt
Ethan Klein money
Hila Kleiner honey
Play in the dark
But my future looking sunny
Elon Musk in the cut
Look imma get weird
Making Corona my bitch
But stay sick all year
Me and Seven be some demons
But we goin' to heaven
Authorized kills
Like it's lucky number seven
This ain't The Matrix
But bitch I'm the One
Just face it
Blunts and the barrel of my gun
Displacement
Spacin'
Bodies in my basement
Listen to my music
Always show you
What the bass mean
BRAW
Imma trigger happy lovely
Pissin' on your grave
'Cause there wasn't a recovery
Stalking up my bread
Like I seen on the discovery
Colbie Oni Caillat
I am feeling very bubbly
Tell me Seven how you feel
Hope none of this is real
Like the Nine Tail Fox
Gotta break out the seal
Tell me how you feel
Honestly I eat alot
And just like my food
Love when haters be hot, blegh
Don't wanna talk now
Might just pop out
I am a tick
You look like a blood cow
I'm finna ball out when the sun down
Grip on my stick
Make it go bow wow
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Writer(s): Tyler Wasielewski-tavarez
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