Mrs.G
• Written by MILSLING
Mrs. G, I ain’t fuckin’ joking, you old sleaze
Stop begin psycho and let me go, please
I cannot hold this, pressures building like old steam
Engines…- wait a minute - think I got a nose bleed
Cuz teach won’t let me go like she ain’t noticed
How many times I cop a hall pass just to go shit
I got Crohn’s, bitch (Crohn’s beach)
When nature calls
and I gotta take one-and make dump
my stomachs makin napalm-
went fuck it then ate 8 bombs
think I’m gonna blow, teach
Ohh jeez
Uh Oh, fuck - oh no, OH SHIT
This is why shouldn’t fuck with timed explosives
if you don’t let me dip-out-now
to get this fricken shit-out-ill
Make sure that you regret it
Honey I got gas and it’s isn’t unleaded
Relax— I'll make sure you get your credit
I’ll even Push the message
via amber alert
Till everyone and their grandmas have heard
You made me shit the bed like Johnny Depp’s ex
Then you Might as well just roll the credits
Close the curtain cuh..z it’s over-
Okay hoe?
Grab your scuba gear and a raincoat
Que the poo s-f-x *fart sound*
For all the shit that you’ll be neck in *thick liquid schlouuurp sound*
Hear what I'm sayn hoe or do you not get it?
why you still blockin’ me then? Bitch Quit steppin
you aint really stoppin’ me at all
Not for a split second
Locked, half-cocked, ready for explosion
Unless you want your name, tied to all of this commotion
Or want your walls splattered like a jackon pollck
Like I “came inside” then blew my bowels
Out my prison wallet
You should give up cuz there’s no stoppin me
let me go like we resolved this shit ,
So I can drop this beef
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MILSLING
Member since April 30 2019