Grab the scissors and saws and
I'm ring winnin, my jeans different
Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.
And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth
Forreal, i got a pole in the basement
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager
Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter
Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit
All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that
If its not couture, i will not go to her
Lookin like a walmart greater with a 3 inch peter.
Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,
I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class
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