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kung fu - bidoofus lyrics

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okay you wanna step into the ring
i’m ll, and now the bell’s about to ring
i two*step and give you everything ya paid for
beggin’ me to leggo like a playtoy

i know, i know
l’m supposed to be nice
it’s just a friendly rap battle, n0body bites
you can make your trap songs, those can be nice
but how long can you turn up before it gets ripe
it’s trite, but alright, go get some veggies in ya diet
eat your noodles, your chicken nuggets and your rice
i’ll be cheffin’ carrots, sippin liquidated ice
okay, okay, i’m gettin’ to the mice
i got more b*lls in discord and real life
your boyfriend is walking through the woods, is he alright?
i suggest the sasquatch stick to stayin’ outta sight
sweeter than cinnamon, all you got is ya height
victor responded quicker than i thought he might
wow, who coulda figured you’d call me a sodomite
but who’s talking ’bout another man, it’s ironic right?
yeah, it’s ironic right?
now let’s get in the nitty gritty
most of the friends that you do have are here outta pity
you’re never gonna win, but sh*t, sing me a little ditty
with carter on your side, you even got you a little diddy
the plan was, to smoke until you ain’t sober
but what’s worse, what you said or the hangover?
you claimed lebron james raped my mom?
what the f*ck kinda sh*t is comin’ out ya jaw?
and that ain’t even the worst that he said
but i’ll spare you all the stories till he’s bleeding out his head
sh*t, i’m boutta win and there’s still ammo
i shouted at you once and now you singin’ like a soprano
isn’t that wild, oh my god, the big bad racist boutta stomp that child!
sing along if you’re still with me
can’t stop talking to b*tches for five minutes?
d*mn!
first it was ryn, then a catfish, now who?
is one girl not enough? you’re a wild dude
but hey, i don’t judge, i’m sure julia’s fine with it too
i just hope none these b*tches expect a round two
or a round one, you can’t leave ya d*ck alone, homes
8 times a day, man that ain’t biblical
i think a b*tch would have to stick with a piccolo
only time you’re gettin’ l!cked is by my pistol, yo
speakin’ of, even if i was to blow sum
you’d still suck more, go read the book of job, son
you might be the biggest victim out the whole bunch
or that’s what you’d have us think, i’m screamin’ “what the f*ck?”
call me whiney all you want, i prefer the term punch
i could f*ck, but l’d never buy a bird lunch
why would i need offspring when i turned you to my son?
all bark, no bite
jp woulda loved you
all bars, no lies
i guess this is what it’s come to
all fart, no sh*te
i think [indecipherable] is gonna cum soon
don’t start no fight
if ya can’t do kung fu!

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