This is a song about "Cunt fiddling"

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

She likes the way it hits her lips

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

51. don't over dramatize the whole scene cunt!

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Forever remain a cunt/ excuse me if i become a bit tooo blunt/

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Leave your show cancelled, leave 'em with no answer

A dumb neighbor sunbather? yo, this cunt ain't her