Coroners comfort your mama
Your balls big vagina
Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.
Full of shit, like i ate that john
But did you think about your mom,
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy
Your mom jumped on this cock
Almost cried right on the spot
Your mom blows, she's a hoe
This one right here for polo
Right to wear your mom stay
I've got so much to say
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