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meesterantwon - sicknasty كلمات الأغنية

anti-pagan f-cking sarah palin on a dining chair
sp-nk on her beliefs and then i pause and stop to check my hair
half–ssured intercourse with laissez-fare
till tempers flare
calmly concaving craniums till everybody’s had their share
welcome to the party, it’s so good to be here
now bend the h-ll over and let me hit that sh-t bare
the way i’m spitting rhymes just doesn’t seem fair
seemingly the problem is i don’t really care
blow c0ke and smoke out my nose till i forget my how’s and where’s
i’ll beat drake’s -ss till he’s back in that chair
river phoenix rising from the ashes
appealing to the m-sses
crackin’ up your gl-sses
but failing all his cl-sses
this rapping sh-t to me feels just like child’s play
meaning even a f-cking dummy could do it the right way
and i’m kind of liking this stuff, i’m thinking that i might stay
and f-ck chris brown for hitting rihanna in the face
what he really shoulda done was convince her to get bangs
five head, my head
is feeling like some high bread
baked bread, baked beans
mistaking all these great things
ladies wanting my babies making me break stuff like i’m durst
i only wish bill cosby had gotten to you first
and stuck his little bill inside of your rear end
slapped you around a little and said “h-llo, friend”
i snort a whole line of crushed flinstones vitamins
and say the type of sh-t that makes a grandma want to fight a man
reverting verses, cross-faded helium and nitrogen
haven’t even got my license, i’m still busy byciclin’
my mom told me to eat a slice of humble pie
then eat the fork, too, choke on the fork and die
narcissistic to the bone, ain’t no f-ckin’ doubt about it
even just me and my ego in a room is kinda crowded
i’m stirring up nonsense and sh-tting up a storm
p-ssed like r. kelly in a teenage girl’s dorm
traveling the high road and abandoning the norm
casey anthony taught me how to dismantle the form
a white kid from the burbs, that’s as scary as it gets
ain’t you see the f-ckin news, all that columbine sh-t?
i’ll still calmly f-ck a b-tch with a black and decker hammer
just to teach her some manners
until she can’t stand and i can finally stand her
raise your hand or
save your questions till the end
you are just another fan, do not call yourself a friend
my therapist tried to tell me i talked like a monster
so i choked her to death with caitlyn jenner’s old boxers
there was still some blood from an operational mishap
on the d-ckflap
cut the chit chat
jesus, f-ck a christ, i’m exhausted
you’re repulsed
i check my f-ckin’ pulse, i’m still alive
everybody askin’ questions, not even i know why
sh-t
this flow’s feeling looser than woody allen’s kids
a genie with a death wish, how f-cking ironic
robbin’ all your williams till you’re hanging from the closet
my mom’s crying on the phone, asking me to stop it
but all i can do is laugh because sorry mom, i’ve lost it
raunchy, raw raps got a choke on all the critics
making rash decisions
like hitler throwing a b-tch fit
steal a r-t-rded kid’s helmet so i can safely do a kick flip
i’ll tell an asian b-tch on the bus to move-a-b-tch, move
before i dip my nuts in her ramen noodle soup
circ-mcise a priest
and f-cking feed him to the sheep
till they get indigestion from his f-cking jesus piece
i’m crazier than most, tell me if you’re hearing this
i’ll f-ck heath ledger’s decrepit corpse and ask it why so serious
tiffany told me that she thinks we’re alone now
so seems like the perfect time for me to whip my d-ck out
this is how we’re doing it, this is how we get down
i’m making all the parents throw up all over their kids now
half cracked f-g fornicating, you know i don’t give a fractured f-ck
the mastercut
got this rough b-tt f-ck junk stuck sounding like some rabid stuff
clunkin’ in the trunk and just
makin’ all the honeys mush
ridiculous
here’s a hook
if i’m a f-ggot, you’re a sl-t
and imma f-ck you in your cut
quick trickle of blood on my d-ck, all over my foreskin
with that 70’s bush, so i name my d-ck red foreman
listen to the radio, grooving to some kanye
get greens on the leaves and f-ckin’ p-ss out on the highway
i know that i’m ignorant, that’s kinda the point, isn’t it?
got a free candy van with a trunk full of kids
force feed a dyk- a couple hundred sausages
but still young enough to have the pope on my d-ck
jerk off in the club until i can make it rain
busy gettin krang
now i drain till she’s pained
and i drove her so insane
she’s got stains on her vains
got the pastors praying for my f-cking ups to shut
a pregnant b-tch with questions f-ckin’ end up with a ruptured gut
therapists are scared of us, thinkin that we’re f-ckin’ nuts
walking round town with that diabetic b-tton strut
don’t say that i don’t care because you know i give two f-cks
one inside your p-ssy and one inside your b-tt
b-tch
just kidding

- meesterantwon

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