Burger E

Uh-huh. Jesus. Nigga, this is my cup. Drink the cyanide up. Dope as fuck, so I would really shoot a Group of guys up. Deep thought, I'm often lost in. Fuck it. Put me next to awesome, still can't Tell the difference just like Asians with their eyes Shut. What? Fuck a couple rocks in a Wendy's Parking lot. Barking at the sight of life from My bright sparkling cock-a-doodle. We can toast to strudel out in nude beach In Rome in a black bathe spaghetti strap made Of ramen noodles. My bitch's baz mixed with a thickie ass get My dickie rocky. This will end up in a Sticky blast. Chrissy Brown mask on my face, Now I'm kicking ass. Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy, I am ditching class. I'd rather be happy than fucking 40. So fuck that teacher's lecture, I'm having Sydney Record me. For the too dope, they didn't like It. Oh, well. Let's get double XL to write Us a fucking story. It's sitting right in my lap, I see it. Scribbled across the lines, I read it. I'm the fucking poet who knows it. You know it, you bogus. Comprehend the language. You scared of what? I'm all anxious. We got the Angus if you want beef. Now that's a burger for your ass, Slice the Onions. Now that's a burger for your ass, Nigga. Put Now that's a burger for your ass, Nigga. Not mine, this is long song. Now have that burger, eat it fast, nigga. Swag. Fucking all get you some. Obviously intended pun. Same time it took Jason Dill to get the Stitching done. Custom-made, one of one. Sold out Roxy for four months. Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwiches. Started back in fucking London. Cracker children wanted something they could bump And punch a bunch of fucking faces. Stomp 'em out. Watching Pissed and Breaking Arm. Zombie Circus, not a carn-Evil Wolf is on The farm and we're all evil harming any sheep. Creep quiet in their sleep. Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in A week. Roaming 'round the city with your titties Like a fucking Greek god. Damn. Your bastard knows the shit. Explains why it never leaked. Damn. I am coming of my age with my Myth is bleak. Shooting for the sky, the only Problem is the missing beak. But I have my wings and my motherfucking chains. Oh, that's black talking me. Let me down a couple cups of bleach. It's sitting right in my lap, I see it. Scribbled across the lines, I read it. I'm the fucking poet who knows it. You know it, you bogus. Comprehend the language. You scared of what? I'm all anxious. We got the Angus if you want beef. Now that's a burger for your ass, Slice the Onions. Now that's a burger for your ass, Nigga. Put Oats. Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga. Not this song. sauce. Now have that burger, eat It fast, nigga. Free Earl, that's the fucking shit. And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple-covered Clits from some stripping lesbian dykes that fight Niggas that like to rap about those dykes that Fight niggas. All right, enough with this shit. Let's talk business. Acquire more currency, Disregard bitches. Go to Shake House and plant goblins in his Kitchen, then force him and his mom to listen To track six. Then if he doesn't like it, I'll just slice his fucking dick and put it In the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips Is. Take a bunch of pictures and post 'em On my Twitters, then go to Jimmy Fallon like, "Faggot, when we performing?" Then a bunch of golf wang niggas start storming On the stage in a rage that'll scare Zach Roacher. Better get your tanks before this wolf war Is over. History repeats itself, I'm a OF soldier.