[Lyric] WE SELLIN POOP (COCKAHOLICS)

[Intro]
Oh no
Uh, hey I just wanted to say, um
This message goes out to COCKAHOLICS
What the fuck is this?
Why'd- Why’d-
Why'd you give this beat to us and say we'd go hard on it?
What the fuck?
Aye, what the fuck is good? Yoo!
Aight hold on I’m bouta spit some shit, hollup, hollup

[Verse 1]
[?] so I gotta grind
[?] then I gotta find people
I can sell my poop to the people who will buy
I got all kinds, please don't be shy
Come on down inside you will find
What you've been waiting for, what's been on your mind
I know what you want, I know what you need
Got all kinds of poop
[?]
[Verse 2]
Been slapping my sack and you know I'm selling
My pockets so full and you know it's smelling
Know why? [?] (Woo!)
To clarify I'm talking 'bout shit
My butt is so full that it won’t fit
I gotta find a buyer, I gotta find him quick

[Interlude]
Come here getcha (moans)
With my cup (moans)
You don’t want the smoke (moans)
Yuh! Aye

[Verse 3]
Looking for a poop killer finna find a poop killer
Racking my brain going insane for a name
Memory lanе isn't treating me the samе and
No poop killer seems to have any fame
And I’m waiting for hours trying to find [?]
Poop [?] start fucking up
[?] and I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say (Pulls out the wheelchair)
So I just whip out my cock and say "Who is gay?" Bitch! (Brooding in the corner)
Penis! (With his wheel, steel leg rest, stuck)

[Verse 4]
Ayo, it's Crimes in this bitch
Keep the poop on me just like [?] keep the strap
I ain’t [?] with my fucking poop sack
Only keeping poop never keeping any crack
Call me
Okay wait my bad I think that line was too much
I was more making fun of for what he's done
Said [?} that shit ain't fun
Selling out this poop like I got a fucking gun
Call me fucking logic way I only drop heat
Don't you know I'm selling all this poop proper cheap
Never selling crack and I'm never selling meat
Fuck you COCKAHOLICS for this trash ass beat