There are
Enough insults in my head
To fill up a swear jar
And have it overflowin' so don't get me goin'
Don't dare start
You'll never see me again, Amelia Airheart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I'm past grindin' for me
Guess I'll just be grounded up
Like Ground Round of a pound of chalk
Tightly-wound as fuck
'Till the fire marshal's come shut Fire Marshall down, I'm up
I suggest you better shut the fuck up and stop fuckin' around and duck
I aint playin' this time
I told you I'm out for blood
So to say I keep it 100 would probably sound reduntant
Like callin' a bitch a hoe
Or askin' a gal to suck, and blow on your dick cock (?)
Is she up for screwin? Down to fuck
It's a mans world and I'm trapped in a land of smut (?)
With 1,000 sluts wrapped with muzzles
Runnin' through a house of mutts
Otherword's I'm shuttin' everyone of you bitch's mouths up
And I'm watchin' my language if I tell you to kiss my fuckin' butt
And aint shit changed
My shit still don't stink playa
My farts may have gotten staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity maybe
My complexion became a little pailer
Poster child for white trash
I'm a garbage pale kids, they look yeah (I probably got this whole bar off)
See me all up in your bitch it means I'm a raper
All I got for these hoes is dick duct tape and a stapler
So bitch you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the news or the free-press
But homie I get the paper
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