[Sample]
Wocky slush!
W-w-warts
[Verse 1]
Don't add my Snap you mother fucker, I won't add you back
If back in high school you used to act like a fucking rat (oh shit!)
My car's broker than I'm broke
I'm where the wild things are and I just saw tone loc
I swear to God, I'm up and chilling
I'm calling all supervylans
Indica, grilling don't pipe it unless I feel it
Could've been a famous mother fucker
Ross Meyer and all the Vixens
Would've had a bunch of fucking money
Who am I kidding I would've spent it
Still don't rent shit besides movies and it's never that expensive
And they wanted me to censor, was I really that offensive, nah?
Fuck-fuck nah
I take no breaks so I just work extensive hours on this shit
So why you getting so defensive huh?
[Verse 2]
And like that, I crack it back like a chiropractor
Bass gyrates giraffe pussy like a common factor
Add it up it's all there, read between the lines
Unless your blind, just find the g spot on the bassline
Fine, you're still a bitch
I'd rather wreck my brothers vehicle
Than hang out with you dip shit, gravy spitting, dick licks
Slap you in your shit if you go dissing 'cause somebody different
Make your face look different like potato head with different scissors
Still I ain't shit, they all go saying I'm somebody different
Punch that mother fucker if he's in my business
Have some common sense
Like I just mind my business, I make perfect sense
And if you don't you're bitching
Tell me years later how those warts were itchy
Don't you fucking get it
I ain't quitting till my breathing ceases
Sideshow fucking spit it and it's viral like your STD is
2021 and you're still acting really dumb
And you're too timid like a virgin always asking where to cum
[Outro: sample]
Wocky slush!
Wocky slush!
W-w-warts
[Verse 1]
Don't add my Snap you mother fucker, I won't add you back
If back in high school you used to act like a fucking rat (oh shit!)
My car's broker than I'm broke
I'm where the wild things are and I just saw tone loc
I swear to God, I'm up and chilling
I'm calling all supervylans
Indica, grilling don't pipe it unless I feel it
Could've been a famous mother fucker
Ross Meyer and all the Vixens
Would've had a bunch of fucking money
Who am I kidding I would've spent it
Still don't rent shit besides movies and it's never that expensive
And they wanted me to censor, was I really that offensive, nah?
Fuck-fuck nah
I take no breaks so I just work extensive hours on this shit
So why you getting so defensive huh?
[Verse 2]
And like that, I crack it back like a chiropractor
Bass gyrates giraffe pussy like a common factor
Add it up it's all there, read between the lines
Unless your blind, just find the g spot on the bassline
Fine, you're still a bitch
I'd rather wreck my brothers vehicle
Than hang out with you dip shit, gravy spitting, dick licks
Slap you in your shit if you go dissing 'cause somebody different
Make your face look different like potato head with different scissors
Still I ain't shit, they all go saying I'm somebody different
Punch that mother fucker if he's in my business
Have some common sense
Like I just mind my business, I make perfect sense
And if you don't you're bitching
Tell me years later how those warts were itchy
Don't you fucking get it
I ain't quitting till my breathing ceases
Sideshow fucking spit it and it's viral like your STD is
2021 and you're still acting really dumb
And you're too timid like a virgin always asking where to cum
[Outro: sample]
Wocky slush!
( Sideshow The King )
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