Freestyle
It's Ranger gang, man
Look at these suckers
We run this school
Y'all niggas don't want it
Hot, like your mamma
coochie in the summer
The shit don't stop
Plunger!
Dude, you assed-out
Plumber!
Now I don't understand something
What?
Why he dressed like a man
but got breasts like a woman
For lunch, eat a
dick, if you're hungry
Coulda been your punks
But I got gypped by the monkey
Your mamma pussy DOA
That shit is stanky
How you put up with that stench?
Even Stinkfinger wouldn't
get up in that bitch
Green pubic hairs like
fucking on the Grinch
Met your mamma freshman year
We've been fucking ever since
Nigga, ain't that about a bitch?
Look at your gear
It's either this or the rent
Your pants so tight I
can see your pussy print
Camel-toe Joe, let
'em know who you with
(BITCH) like Bernie Mac
I'm the king of this comedy
The back of your neck
looks like grits Hominy
Your braids so old they
singing Negro Spirituals, homie
Oh, nobody knows
Tell the truth
You bitty loose huh honestly
Come out the closet
with your promise ring
You call this gay?
We happy, nigga!
But I just played your
girl like an action figure
- Ooh!
- Matter of fact, I'm gonna pass it, nigga
Yo, J-Extra! Go on,
blast these niggas.
Uh...
Yo.
Listen.
Look at these suckers
We run this school
Y'all niggas don't want it
Hot, like your mamma
coochie in the summer
The shit don't stop
Plunger!
Dude, you assed-out
Plumber!
Now I don't understand something
What?
Why he dressed like a man
but got breasts like a woman
For lunch, eat a
dick, if you're hungry
Coulda been your punks
But I got gypped by the monkey
Your mamma pussy DOA
That shit is stanky
How you put up with that stench?
Even Stinkfinger wouldn't
get up in that bitch
Green pubic hairs like
fucking on the Grinch
Met your mamma freshman year
We've been fucking ever since
Nigga, ain't that about a bitch?
Look at your gear
It's either this or the rent
Your pants so tight I
can see your pussy print
Camel-toe Joe, let
'em know who you with
(BITCH) like Bernie Mac
I'm the king of this comedy
The back of your neck
looks like grits Hominy
Your braids so old they
singing Negro Spirituals, homie
Oh, nobody knows
Tell the truth
You bitty loose huh honestly
Come out the closet
with your promise ring
You call this gay?
We happy, nigga!
But I just played your
girl like an action figure
- Ooh!
- Matter of fact, I'm gonna pass it, nigga
Yo, J-Extra! Go on,
blast these niggas.
Uh...
Yo.
Listen.
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Writer(s): Leon Sylvers Iii
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