JJ is WackER

JJ is Wack
He has no ballsack
He has no buttcrack
He has no vinnie hack

Her dad was screaming no
Because she was a ho
But she didn't make dough
So out he did a throw

Alex Turner Billie Armstrong Steven Tyler
The Lumineers oh wait they got real tired
Just like Jack-Jack and his small brain
I wonder what happened, oh what a shame

His rap career took off like OV-099 (it blew up)
Too bad he is too young to even drink wine
Cause if he could, he could run away
It might get rid of his dismay, yuh

Ballsack
Hello Jomes
AYY

Jack-Jack
(Jack-Jack)
He sounds like he's smoking a lot of crack (yuh)
Imma kick that man in his nutsack
He's so bad he ain't ever coming back

And I know that I'm rude
But I don't even care
When I get in a mood
Imma give out a share

Of these rhymes
I shit poop the size of dimes
It's like a just gun
Similar to my words
If you try to mess with me
I'll shoot out my turds.
At your face
And throw money all over the place.

yuh

Poop and balls don't matter to me
All that matters is that we get to see
The way that you crash and burn
Real-life problems are your least concern

Went to a valet to pick up squids
We saw you heaven forbids
We don't wanna see that kid again
We wouldn't buy you for 100 yen

Jack-Jack more like Bad Bad
It's okay to get a little mad mad
But it's fine you can't even add add
2+2 you're not even glad glad
That we are Mr. Chad Chad
We picked you up from rehab hab
Might take you to our lab lab
To give you a little scab scab

We are patrolling and we got lars
we are playing some goddamn guitars
Jesus gonna show you the way
Just like what he did with JFK

skrrt



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