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ice cream truck - cursed skank lyrics

hey kids, punk’s here with his ice cream gear
to shove cones up someone’s rear

ay, what the f*ck is happening
i can’t believe this
trojan let’s f*ck this sh*t up (uh huh)
back at the front door of my house
this kid wants a santa claus (ho ho h*rny)
i put on a beard, going to kidnap him dear (what the f*ck)
b*tterscotch and cola please don’t fear
got some vegan soy milk spank your rear
mr. trojan punk insert insult here (i’m not single, i’m covers)
there once was a doctor named keith
who circumcised men with his t**th
this isn’t appropriate, plеase cease
it wasn’t for lеisure or s*xual pleasure
but to get to the cheese underneath
life wouldn’t be so much fun
if i couldn’t pee on kids and run
here take a cheese bun
put it in your mouth son
pour some acid in it, tell me if it burns (umm umm ummmm)
stop with the banter
don’t throw a tantrum (i want a creampie!)
before i abort you after you’re born son
the kid is a fan of cursed and trojan
the artist not the f*ckin’ d*ck or the condom
hey kid, what’s your name, you want some ice cream
is that yo mom that i once creamed
why you look at us like, how you dare
son your life’s as off track as this f*cking snare

if the kid is like eric cartman (i’m hiv positive)
i’mma grow him like a gardener
you ain’t gotta be that rude tho babe
what am i a godzilla sized ape
you know what rhymes with ape (ahem ahem)
rape, (oh no) and that’s what two lip said i am
removed art from rap artist, it blows
mr. kidnapper what about your shows
shut up kid, “your mom’s a f*ckin wh0re”
bringing em’ accents
the kid wants to go home
(no ice cream, i want cream pie) makes zero cents
grab his wrist put a slit in it with incense
now he’s a con artist, like mike pence
he shouts momma please help (help)
don’t put me on the fence
why need friend
hangout with a fan instead
before the kid is dead
three days later
maybe the kid is craig
dude, look at that lamp, what’s that hanging from the top
ah, it’s a kid, the one with the writer’s block
who once flew down a balcony crashed his head to look like a blob
(na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na)
why we teasing a dead body again

stay away from my b*tch, you f*ckin c*nt
before i put a stick in you, (aahh) you f*ckin runt
and you’ll need six stitches to seal that shut
i’ll edit you out of life with a knife blunt
cut you harder than i f*ck trojan punk (cum do it, yay! yay!)
now when you think my lyrics are problematic
cut up your tiny little body and store em’ in my attic (ahh!)
ah! that makes me so ecstatic (ahhh!)
maybe i’ll have this kid in my shed (f*ck me please!)
take out your guts instead
you shame craig, b*tch go fetch me some bread (on it)
i’m on a writer’s block
b*tch i create tracks on the clock
make a video again and i’mma tie you to the anchor at the dock (ouu ouu ou ouuuu)
put your d*ck through a rock
and your head through your sock
done with the beat, the track, i kinda hacked
where is your single at (it’s in my ass)
i’mma creator i can create
wait kid, let me procreate (oh yeaaaah!)
with your momma behind my fiat (i love this!)
don’t cry now son, please behave
hey kids, cursed here with his ice cream gear
to shove cones up someone’s rear
hey kids, cursed here with his ice cream gear
to shove cones up*
(huh)

- cursed skank lyrics

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