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ongodmarty - adolf dripler كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: clæjamin]
uh, yeah, dumb sh-t
this beat’s ’bout to go f-ckin’ r-t-rded
it’s ’bout to have more bars than tay-k’s f-ckin’ cell
yeah, that’s pretty much it, epic

[verse 1: stxrling]
i’m goin’ off the dome
give me dome in my mobile home
brain spinnin’, b-lls twinnin’
i came out the p-ssy winnin’
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it, up
run it up, run it up, run it, up
take my c-ck and shove it, up
yogurt slinger, rubber up
ay, imma smash you like a roach
puff, puff, p-ss, imma wu-tang on that roach
tough, tough gr-ss, imma slit you like a throat
put my prize up in her coin slot, make that gushy moan, ay
ay, l!ckin’ on a brown round
munchin’ on the kitty like a dog, imma go to town
ruff, ruff, b-tt stuff, sh-t crown, tough luck
forehead, d-ck whipped, yeah, you better duck, bruh
p-ssy gushy, smack the tushy
f-cked her hard, her brain went mushy
d-ck up in the -ssh0l-
d-ck rubbin’ the taint, bro
p–p d-ck, p-ss v-g-n-
p–p d-ck, p-ss v-g-n-
ay, ay
p–p d-ck, p-ss v-g-n-

[hook: stxrling]
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up

[verse 2: ongodmarty]
hit it from the back
autistic kids go “quack”
bumps on the n-ts-ck
flaky black -sscrack
call it b-ast!-lity
happy d-ck reality
p–py p–p and then i pee
you make my d-ck go wee wee wee
smoking on the p-n-s doinks
d-cky d-ck made me bazoinked
peed in the jacuzzi
weewoowabadoozie
p–py p–py p–py
i p-ssed inside her coochie
oh sh-t
hehehehe

[hook: stxrling]
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up

[verse 3: clæjamin]
2002, 16 years ago to the day
popped my head out my mom’s v-g-n- ’cause i came to play
hair messy, -ss fat, laces lookin’ kinda frayed
diary of a big b-tch, shoutout to my n-gga grey
crossin’ drugs, cancer rays, dummy brain, start screamin’
1985 ghostbusters, catch my s-m-n demon
drink some vodka, snort a line
wake up morning, start to cry
shoutout my n-gga chaz ’cause his face and back shine
g-ssin’ style on these hoes, call me adolf dripler
jean shorts, plain shirt and supreme sticker
feelin’ epic ’cause my b-tch’s taint bald like the rock
hit her with the 1-2 finger just like mr. spock
blew her back out, made that b-tch obtain scoliosis
waterfall drip on my neck, n-gga osmosis
cousin lookin’ thick like that b-tch n-gga, santa
might have to impregnate ’cause we from alabama

[hook: stxrling]
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up

[verse 4: j.f.b.]
nut on your grandma, yeah i f-cked her in atlanta
wipe up my jizz with 2pac’s bandana
left my sticky icky all inside the cubbard
nut in the shower, then i hole in one’d your mother
tiger woods that p-ssy, yeah, my d-ck is the putter
then i go to your house and drive on your brother
pontiac skrtin’ while comitting m-st-rbation
i’ll plow your daughter, yeah, you can call it irrigation
my c-ck got coiled, yeah, call it vape nation
that sh-t hurt so i spanked it, not to g-y sh-t
so in conclusion, i f-cked your mother’s fat cl-t
yeah, for real

[hook: stxrling]
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up

[verse 5: chesticles]
i’m gettin’ marty ’cause he’s got the bacardi
and pop me a xan, then skeet on your man
’cause he’s not a fan, this rap wasn’t planned
but hey, i’m doin’ the best that i can
i got this new b-tch and yes, she is trans
and that’s why i call her the man
now i’m f-ckin’ done trying
you know a n-gga be crying
ain’t no point in f-ckin’ lying
d-ck is what she’s f-ckin’ riding
cancer with the f-ckin’ piping
n-ggas in the stu’ saying “p–py p–py p–py”
he’s kinda spittin’ facts
my n-gga jack so f-cked up
he’s talkin’ in the back about raping b-tts
ching chong, ching chong
slapped a b-tch with my 10-inch dong

[hook: stxrling]
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
f-ck it up, f-ck it up
run it up, run it up
run it up, run it up

[verse 6: blak scanderwood]
girl with the fat -ss, but you know i’m thicker
got an -ss thicker than a concrete mixer
my crush always telling me that she’s a lesbian
i don’t know what that means, suck my chameleon
i call my d-ck ‘limp lucas’, ’cause i can’t get hard
literally impossible for me to lose my v-card
unlike most guys, i’m always the receiver
always getting d-cked by a full blown meter
i like b-tt stuff, i like fun stuff
come take a ride on my fun bus
all the g-y kids want my limp d-ck
they can come suck on my joystick
only p-ssy i get is my cat’s b-tthole
my d-ck smells like a pork and veggie eggroll
my bus driver gave me 20 bucks so he could tap it
now i have aids

[outro: j.f.b.]
(laughter)

- ongodmarty

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