[Intro: ContentThief, Ronjohn05]
(Cunt. Applloy) What do I talk about? Cat In The hat? Cabin Fever? With the mufucka in the back? Bologna man
[Verse 1]
Trappin on the back of the car. Im goin home and riven real far. Get the tire, put it in the damn clothes, ima pull up and im poopin in the floor. Im tryna trap with the mufucka in the damn instrumental, tryna crap till they all up in the mental. Im mumblin, mumbling, muma, trumblin, bumblin, ruma, bumblin and trumblin and buma run like that ayy. Ain't gonna turn the door handle, ima leave, ima stay here with the boar metal, i got the poor mental case, poor mental case up in the hospital like that. Man, they lookin for jello and the cheese in the back with the bread, puttin it together man you make a damn sandwich cause they bunch of bitch ass little kids like that, ima trap on the mufucka till they get fat
[Pre-Chrous]
Eatin all the jello in the back of the car, im tryna trap in that shit like that im goin real far. Im in the back of the car going real far. Damn its four steering wheels in that bitch, man its gonna roll over. (Coughs Violently) Its only two steering wheels, its on two steering wheels like that. Its on three with the four if it roll over man, its gonna catch yourself like that, bitch im tryna cart....
[Chrous]
Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade, im on the track like that im sippin lemonade, i got shit up in my asshole, wash it out with lemonade. Goddamn, ayy, yuh, im in the lemonade, lemonade, lemonade. Im drinkin the shit till i pass out on the floor, ain’t tryna drink no alcohol, or smoke no cigerettes, i wanna pop a cheese stick and ima drink that mufuckin lemonade, Bitch
(Cunt. Applloy) What do I talk about? Cat In The hat? Cabin Fever? With the mufucka in the back? Bologna man
[Verse 1]
Trappin on the back of the car. Im goin home and riven real far. Get the tire, put it in the damn clothes, ima pull up and im poopin in the floor. Im tryna trap with the mufucka in the damn instrumental, tryna crap till they all up in the mental. Im mumblin, mumbling, muma, trumblin, bumblin, ruma, bumblin and trumblin and buma run like that ayy. Ain't gonna turn the door handle, ima leave, ima stay here with the boar metal, i got the poor mental case, poor mental case up in the hospital like that. Man, they lookin for jello and the cheese in the back with the bread, puttin it together man you make a damn sandwich cause they bunch of bitch ass little kids like that, ima trap on the mufucka till they get fat
[Pre-Chrous]
Eatin all the jello in the back of the car, im tryna trap in that shit like that im goin real far. Im in the back of the car going real far. Damn its four steering wheels in that bitch, man its gonna roll over. (Coughs Violently) Its only two steering wheels, its on two steering wheels like that. Its on three with the four if it roll over man, its gonna catch yourself like that, bitch im tryna cart....
[Chrous]
Lemonade, lemonade, lemonade, im on the track like that im sippin lemonade, i got shit up in my asshole, wash it out with lemonade. Goddamn, ayy, yuh, im in the lemonade, lemonade, lemonade. Im drinkin the shit till i pass out on the floor, ain’t tryna drink no alcohol, or smoke no cigerettes, i wanna pop a cheese stick and ima drink that mufuckin lemonade, Bitch
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