BeEsting (ToonTown Style Lead Single)

Grabs Mic
Yuh
Hope you're not too fucked up
When you listen to this shit
It'll get you fucked up, in the head
Make you commit, way more sins
Than you already did
You little Bitch

No I'm not cappin'
As I'm always sayin'
Why would I be doing that
Because I'm not fucking insayin'
And you know just what, I'm sane
Cause I choose the words when I put them, write into my rap

But I didn't write shit for this, no cap
Write off the top, no challenge
To me, bitch
Basically, all the shit I do is fuckin' free bitch

Ay, and I'm not fuckin' talkin' shit no way
No way,cuz I'm not a little bitch
Like you are, and your fuckin' family
Yo nah y'all ain't shit, fuck you up
Get the fuck out of my way

And I say this shit, and I'm not playin' it
No, bitch, I'm fuckin runnin' it
Bringin' thunder to this bitch
Cause I don't give a fuck, no
F*** a thunder from down under fuck I'm Australian

And I did fuck up my words right there - cunt
And I don't know how the fuck it hap-punt
But, I will not let this ohccur agayn
Be-coz I will do what the fuck I am sayin'

And I'm done being a motherfuckin' Australian
God, that accent was so fucked up; it was way too shit
To even - attempt - to put it in here
But I hope that it distracted you from the part where I fucked up

And I didn't say a word
That's the best way to act, when these things occur
Ay, no, do not tell a soul
Ay

But that's up to you, I mean
Feel it in your soul, I mean
You might wanna share it, true
But not with me, no
I don't wanna listen to you, you little ho
Ay

Sorry I called you a ho, I mean
That's not what you are, a mane
You ain't a ho, why?
Cuz you're a - fuckin - virgin
Know you fuckin - no

Hey
And I'll Fuckin, wait
No, I'm not fuckin
Insane, crazy

Oh but now I'm finna go crazy, oh, hey
If you like this shit then, motherfucking pay me
So then I can go buy myself a Rolex
Matter fact, I'll get a Patek, cuz that's what they talk about today

But I don't got either of them bitches, no way
Comin straight, out the dirty grave
From the ToonTown, Illinois
And we all poor as shit, boy
But we like to make some noise
Yeah we get crunk and talk shit

Off what the fuck that we want, like
Fuckin rum, and some weed, or some fuckin nicotine, ay
But we fucking fiends, shit
Oh my god, help me if you do know what the fuck I'm talking bout
Then rip yo nic right the fuck now, bitch

Ay, yo if you want to, pass it to your friend
So, they can get the - buzz - too
Like a bumblebee bitch, finna hop on this shit and sting you
But I'm not a little shit, so I'm not gon' die its true

Ay, I can sting just what the fuck I want
Just like that I can sing, just what the fuck I want
And no I am not tryna sound a fucking cunt

Oh my god, I got stung by a bee
Fuck I'm allergic
Somebody
Somebody call an ambulance
Oh god, who
Who let the bees out?
Ah, fuck
Who let the bees out
Who let the bees out

Shit I didn't know you were allergic to beestings
If you would have told me, I wouldn't have done these things
To you, ow, Land you in the hospital
Cuz you didn't get your EpiPen on you
You fucking fool

Ay, but I'm just really tryna say sorry
Yeah, I wanted to apologize
Cuz I didn't mean to fuck up your insides
It was just a little joke
I did not know that you were allergic to a BeEsting, no