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Zonkers
- Snortin morphine off her uterus
- I'll ride my fucking girl home, after she get through with us
- we finished Titanic, yeah I found it humerous
- goons to a gobin, motherfucker what are you to us?
- you need to burn someone, I wish you woulda thought of us
- kidnap a bitch blindfolded, let's keep it anonymous
- she a thick bitch, I ain't talkin hippopotamus
- before she calls the cops, I slit her goddamn esophagus
- Get awards, first place, I'm an illustrator
- stairs are taking way too long, I'll take the fuckin elevator
- too bad the shits dead, I better get my generator
- get your kids attention, throw skittles in the incinerator
- Damn...
- All I want for christmas, is yo bitch on my hit list
- she better have apologized, I hate her fuckin lipstick
- the bitch sent me pictures, need to get my fuckin print fixed
- 3 things she want, and it's me, my dick, some chips and whippets
- The only thing I look forward to is Doris
- look forward to the chorus, cause my torrents anamorphous
- please enjoy my portraits, they're absolutely gorgeous
- and fuck a triceratops, i'm a brontosaurus
- I'm at the club, yeah she thinks a nigga workin late
- then I see her on the pole, naked while she twerk n shake
- Well, now I have the perks of being single
- hunnet eighty, now lets mingle
- fuck me up now, where'd the drinks go?
- Paws
- Your ass'll get beat, best believe im packin heat
- Sauce from macaroni, you actin phony? I'm spazzin' homie
- time to blow it, grab C4 and fuckin strap it on me
- Your raps bologna, well at least thats what the dragons told me
- Stop actin sloppy, I got a shotty and know karate
- your nazi's cocky, I'll murder him at my fuckin party
- store the body in a portapotty, snort some oxy
- I'm pourin' coffee on foreign hotties, they're poor and probably
- Selling pussy for mortgaged property, bad economy
- say "bitch, im through", then I walk outside her doorway
- staying with these bitches aint my forte, or my policy
- come back, and give her honesty, "thank you for the foreplay"
- She blows a little kiss, then she says 'I'll see you soon'
- I don't like that attitude, why was shawty actin rude?
- just forget it, but remember all these bars I'm spittin
- I can't remember, the cars had anasthesia in it
- I take a minute to recollect my thoughts again
- and when it's processed, I'm back here where fuckin @u$t!n lives
- Then I admit it, bitch I really did forget it, shit
- then slip into some dark, and when I fall, I hear my pops come in
- I'm in a place, I thin oh yeah, it's called a coma
- what's that aroma? it explodes, a fuckin trashed diploma
- I splash the mocha, then do some yoga and get pneumonia
- at least I passed the quota, smashed the cobra, fast, it's over
- I tag the motor, stash the coke in laughin supernovas
- this giraffe is claustrophobic, fuckin hoes with bloody noses
- then hide the coke smell with mangled cotten candy roses
- my class explodes, what's left is shattered glass and battered hoes
- "Quick!" the teacher yells, "We better call an ambulance"
- here comes the school nurse, just to hand the students bandages
- and then the pigs come, inspect the other campuses
- check footage from the cameras, then inspect the fuckin damages
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