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camboi smif - i'm not lil dicky lyrics
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[verse 1]
yo, f-ck lil d-cky
erry body be comparin me, to him
and it sickens me
i’m serious, it causes me
to vomit on my d-ck
stick my dong up in a b-tch, non
consent without a condom’n sh-t
which i just did, now
thanks to you, maybe
next time you’ll think befo’
you compare me to a dude
though i do, admit, dat
i like young d-ck, no
pedophilic sh-t, i’m just
sayin that i like the kid
which is weird, since
we both use that name, but
i’m pretty sure he’s sayin it
in an endearin’ way
i’m facetious, when
i use dat phrase, cuz
really i think dat
sh-t is mad g-y but
that’s just my opinion
i ain’t tryna diss him
if we ever met in public
i would suck his d-ck, then
stick my fanga in his b-tt-
hole, till he bust a nut-
on, da back of tongue’n
then i spit it back on – his
fat d-ck’n use, that
sh-t, as a lubricant
grab it, jack it
then i put it back in
the back, of my throat
i’m the deepthroat g.o.a.t
f-ckin hoe, i’mma get it so
deep, even he choke – n
s-m-ns in my two cheeks
yummy jew skeet
till my face pucker up, cuz
dat sh-t is too sweet, d
a-v, i-d, to
the b-u, r-d, i’mma
swallow dat m-th-
f-cka like arby’s
roast beef, large please
with fries and a water, see
that is just a metaphor, fa
dave burd f-ckin my p-ssy
he gonna pull me apart
with his bare hands
shove himself inside me till
our pelvis hairs band
rock me back’n forth
while he kiss my neck – i
love it when he rub behind
my ear, cuz it get me wet – though my
favorite thang is when, i
feel his p-n-s veins, as he
penetrates my p-ssy cave’n
makes me have a crazy shakin’
-rg-sm on the floor, as
his warm flaccid sword’s
tappin on the back door, askin’
dat -ss what is crackin, then
he jabs it, with his
m-ssive package’n after
he ravages it, i happen’ta
get real bad at holding cr-p in
for a month and a half’n
now err-body in the store
is laughing at me, grabbing
for the top shelf shortening
of course then, four pounds’a
brown would be, pouring out
on da ground before me, clean
up on aisle fourteen
pickin’ a pack of plastic forks
up while i’m at it, grab some
napkins so i can attack him
in the -ss like a rack of
ribs’n by stacking them in my
lap i keep tha sh-t from splashin’
on my f-ggot -ss khakis, cuz
clean shorts makes the boi
happy dat his ploy’s
happening, and gladly
i will eat da f-ckin -ss
till my voice raspy, from
all da doo-doo crumbs, tumblin’
down into my tummy tum
but some gets lodged, up
in my esophagus’n i’m
talkin like nick nolte wit’a
gullet full’a sand spurs, chokin’
on ‘em till my throat is
diagnosed with cancer, yo
i wanna be in pampers, while
you and bernie sanders double
team me till i have an an-yer-ism
and das for d-mn sure
[hook x2]
i’m not lil d-cky
i’m not lil d-cky
i’m not lil d-cky
i’m not lil d-cky
[verse 2]
lil d-cky ain’t sh-t, but
a mainstream cambizzle
i’mma wipe dat kike’s dang
seed up wit a d-mn jizzle
wring it out, in my
m-th-f-ckin mouth, go down
n spit dat m-th-f-cka out
on his tan skittles
grab his f-ckin b-lls
like a man by the shirt collar
swallow dat c-ck like some
sautéed collard greens
i know i made you c-m once
but i’mma do it once more
make a m-th-f-cka wonder
what he ever touched a c-nt, fourth
time is a charm, if you
slide an arm, so far
in his brown barn, datchu
gotta call state farm
n though the agent ain’t far
he still complainin’ hard, n just
to make him stay calm, you
take dat g-ytard out for some
m-th-f-ckin chicken parm
b-tch, i’m gone
gettin’ d-ck in car, on
my way out to the m-th-f-ckin olive garden
shift the whip in park
lift da d-cky arm, out
da car and waltz ah f-ckin -sses
all up in dat f-ckin front dwah
hey b-tch, i say
i think i made a reservation
never mind the fact that my
fist is still up in his -n-s
i am g-y, b-tch
don’t you ever say sh-t
to my face, or insinuate
my blatant g-yness
i don’t gotta take this
i’ll p-ss in yo face b-tch
i ain’t gonna dine here
but i’mma still take mints
exchange wince, with
this insatiable fake b-tch
then take d-ck straight
back to da gray whip
rip his pants off, n suck
his p-n-s with my mouth, spin
him around – go to town
on his m-th-f-ckin -ssh0l-
suck da f-ckin p–p up
move it to my stum-uck
run up to da cvs
n get a f-ckin seven-up
empty da bottle on da flo’
fill it up with some c0ke
give it to da d-cky
as a practical joke
then give him deepthroat
c-m comin’ through my nose
d-cky f-ck me like da hoe
i always knew i was supposed, to be
then we pro-ceed, to eat
each other’s b-tts out
backwards sixty-ninin’ with
all four our f-ckin’ nuts out
touchin down, in dat muh f-ckin
p-b- mound, now i’m bout to
venture down, into dat dirty
urban dictionary town, wit dat
kentucky klondike’n a
alabama hot pocket
let ‘em poke his lil d-ck
into bof’a my eye sockets
we wolfbaggin’n muggin’n
toungin’n f-ckin a dozen
different ways, such as
da honeybucket blumpkin
n let’em do dat mexican
pan-cake, to my face’n
cake my face, in his
gooey chanukkah glaze
patty cake, patty cake
sp-ce-dock fondue’em
in da alligator f-ckhouse
n charizard screw ‘em
wit da cleveland accordion
for forty minutes straight
do dat sour apple smoothie
n an eskimo trebuchet, then
suicide w-nk, my f-ckin
d-ck in his -n-l rang
momma and daddy
come’n see what i done today
[hook x2]
i’m not lil d-cky
i’m not lil d-cky
i’m not lil d-cky
i’m not lil d-cky
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