coat hangers
Rapping shit been happening yeah since the day I was born
Yeah my looks I be so fly that's why they say I'm airborne
Get my money up never had my funny up (what?)
Pass that Hennessy and bitch you better put it in a cup
Ok rapping now aint capping now yeah bitch I know you are
At the very top bitch I fucking see you from a far
Aint been saying shit what the fuck you say about me now
Can't hear you yelling at me when you fucking standing in a crowd
Yeah I never miss a beat I'm on this shit all of the time
Yeah he fucking up my bitch so I shot him in his dime
Yeah his ass drop to the floor never said another line
Leave his body, go and drink, add a little squeeze of lime
Yeah been on this ever since I was a little kid you know
All that time making beats but it never made me dough
My lyrics don't mean shit don't read into them that much
Don't be talking all that shit when the pistols in my clutch
Bentadog on the song waiting for the beat switch
Bend him over fuck him up make him suck my teats bitch
Put him in the studio and make him spit some bars
Speeding down the Highway I'm missing every car
Yeah my brothers ride together we aint ever gonna split
Put the dog on the mic and I know he's gonna spit
Yeah half you other bitches don't even know how to rap
So if you say your better then I know that shit is cap
Yeah, I need to think of some more lyrics
Bentadog can you help me out?
Give my brothers guns and we shoot up just for fun
Until somebody gets hurts and we all just try to run
So we make it to the studio, bitch we making bangers
Put that shit on the shelf on them fucking coat hangers
(Bentadog bastard)
I am ching chong I am Asian
I eat dogs and cats dim sims
No more fun was a lot of fun
Its track number two in this (bitch)
That shit was a freestyle
Now I'm scared I'm gonna be a pedophile
Meanwhile this guy says hi in the fryer
He tries to die but I don't lie
So I say
Hey please don't die you finna make me cry
Thank you man have a piece of ham
With Cam under a fan
Yo J.C
Beats been sick though
But I think I'm bouta have a stroke yo
Cause this shit too fire for the choir
In the higher up flier
They squire
They admire this bum haywire
This shit gon be short though
Cause I can't rap so I'll call child support yo
What the fluff did I just say yo?
Yo J.C, he so gay though
We throw boomerang with Mr Chang
That shit come back into his face
Then imma call him a different race
Ay, ay yo, yo
Shaun Dubs man
Yo, yo
I just saw your friend Jesse Carney sucking off a dude
Yeah my looks I be so fly that's why they say I'm airborne
Get my money up never had my funny up (what?)
Pass that Hennessy and bitch you better put it in a cup
Ok rapping now aint capping now yeah bitch I know you are
At the very top bitch I fucking see you from a far
Aint been saying shit what the fuck you say about me now
Can't hear you yelling at me when you fucking standing in a crowd
Yeah I never miss a beat I'm on this shit all of the time
Yeah he fucking up my bitch so I shot him in his dime
Yeah his ass drop to the floor never said another line
Leave his body, go and drink, add a little squeeze of lime
Yeah been on this ever since I was a little kid you know
All that time making beats but it never made me dough
My lyrics don't mean shit don't read into them that much
Don't be talking all that shit when the pistols in my clutch
Bentadog on the song waiting for the beat switch
Bend him over fuck him up make him suck my teats bitch
Put him in the studio and make him spit some bars
Speeding down the Highway I'm missing every car
Yeah my brothers ride together we aint ever gonna split
Put the dog on the mic and I know he's gonna spit
Yeah half you other bitches don't even know how to rap
So if you say your better then I know that shit is cap
Yeah, I need to think of some more lyrics
Bentadog can you help me out?
Give my brothers guns and we shoot up just for fun
Until somebody gets hurts and we all just try to run
So we make it to the studio, bitch we making bangers
Put that shit on the shelf on them fucking coat hangers
(Bentadog bastard)
I am ching chong I am Asian
I eat dogs and cats dim sims
No more fun was a lot of fun
Its track number two in this (bitch)
That shit was a freestyle
Now I'm scared I'm gonna be a pedophile
Meanwhile this guy says hi in the fryer
He tries to die but I don't lie
So I say
Hey please don't die you finna make me cry
Thank you man have a piece of ham
With Cam under a fan
Yo J.C
Beats been sick though
But I think I'm bouta have a stroke yo
Cause this shit too fire for the choir
In the higher up flier
They squire
They admire this bum haywire
This shit gon be short though
Cause I can't rap so I'll call child support yo
What the fluff did I just say yo?
Yo J.C, he so gay though
We throw boomerang with Mr Chang
That shit come back into his face
Then imma call him a different race
Ay, ay yo, yo
Shaun Dubs man
Yo, yo
I just saw your friend Jesse Carney sucking off a dude
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Carney, Patrick Woolan, The Sloppers
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