JOLLY GOOD SHOW (The NATIONAL ANTHEM DON'T EVEN SLAP) [feat. Sushi Kardashian, Choppa, Champ, ELI the SHITSTER & Kingpin Monda]

Oh say can you see, The dawn of this dick
I'm in the trap and I'm whipping my wrist
I'm in the trap fucking your bitch
I got her bucket naked while she cooking grits

Goodshow
What a Jolly Good show
Oh that's your girl, she's a jolly good hoe
She takes her time time with the shaft, she sucks it real slow
She puts me in her esophagus, she likes to feel me grow
What a Jolly Good Day
Champ, Sushi, and Jah, it's a holiday
All three of in this bitch, like some pornography
I hate bitch made niggas, I hate pussy niggas
I don't fuck with niggas
Like the KKK
Like the Klu Klutz Clan
Those are some kind gentlemen
I like to do a dance, with my hands in my pants
I go to sleep, then wake up and count bands
When I'm talking about bands
I'm not talking about money
I don't need currency, you don't need shit from me
We got bands like Big Time Rush
We got bands like the fucking Jonas Brothers
We got bands like, Fall Out Boy

Oh say can you see, The chopper on this bitch
My brother with me and be used to sell the Nicks
Yall can't fuck with me just like a nigga celibate
If a nigga try it glocky blow that boy a kiss
My nigga shoot like rich brothers
Shout out to Keem
Bitch want my baby she can't have my seed, that's yo lady my dick in her spleen
As a jit man I have no dreams
Need a snow bunny for Mr.Keem
Need a bad hoe like I'm tryna grab leaves
That ain't no problem
All of my niggas they wildn
Them niggas keep sliding, I feel like a goblin
I get to that green, damn
You sleep in your coffin you turning on me
R.I.P to you, R.I.P to you
Just like Elmer's keep it glued
I got Sushi with me you know that he go shoot
Dudududududu, my niggas go shoot out the roof
I got Champ with me you know we counting blues

Bands flowing in like a river, sipping this Henny got so much pain up in my liver
Hundred bands, human centipede
You gotta be kidding me, ten shots it's go make him bleed
Hundred bands like a century
Getting green like it's celery, take your bread and your treasury
Go all of your memories, call me like it's revelry
Glock by my side with a foe, shot through his eyes it'll make him open the door
Keep a stick and it glow, make em' dance like the Woah
And I'm keeping the flow, Keep a glock and it blow
And I get to the dough
Sipping this lean and I'm moving real slow
Makeup like it's Maybelline, counting dough and im counting green
Glock on me and It got a beam, kept on me in my truey jeans
Built the wall like I set a screen, hella blood like a murder scene
Pouring up like I'm making lean

Why is Nana feeding that dog bread
He need dog food but there ain't no dog food
She said " I fed him bread", that don't work

Why is Nana feeding that dog bread