This is a song about "Cunt diddley"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

If you ever feel alone and

Shut up cunt your bout to get slapped

As my name get bigger this game get different

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Ratchet and clank saga. kick a bitch in the cunt and make her drop her sponge.

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch