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disabled choppers 3 - discord division lyrics

verse 1: mistery

i’m the kind of f-ggot to hop in your trunk and jack off
while you’re driving, you can hear me masturbating and that’s all
hook a microphone into your speakers and we blast off
your ears are filled with the squishing noises of my fat b-lls
covered in vaseline, cause that’s better than jergens lotion
cause it makes me feel like i’m 12 feet deep in that p-ssy
i mean in a sense, i’m like autism
i’m a disability, and my p-n-s falls off when i sneeze, achoo, see?
i’d f-ck anything that moves, including my dog, he has t-ts
so what, s-m-n may change me, like the hulk, but it’s my d-ck
it’s so motherf-cking m-ssive, your cl-t could even get big
me and all 3 of your mothers had consensual s-x, but they didn’t consent
oh you slit your wrists? i would like to insert my d-ck
in them (slits are v-g-n-s, right? they’re not?
f-ck you then helen
and f-ck all you saying that i’m s-xist cause my genitals are mens
if you even did exist i’d force some sh-t that would make you want to not exist
“now he’s talking about raping a ghost, man he’s f-cked”
how, i’ve been stalking you, staring at your children’s b-tts
i heard 6ix9ine 69’d a child, but he was let off the crime or something
lucky b-st-rd i got 29 hours in the back of albertsons, i’m not a g-y or a pedophile
but 20 bucks is 20 bucks, now i shall, wait i already have begun

verse 2: arw

bridge: joe swason

this is my wheelchair
there are many like it, but this one is mine
without me, my wheelchair is useless
without my wheelchair, i am useless

verse 3: saucepan

verse 4: vista

verse 5: razz

it’s ya boy razz who started from the underground
i can’t even rap so worry about another sound
i like to eat cabbage, choking on the baggage
plastic rappers in my throat are coming out damaged
i’m the perfect autist, not a crafty smarter artist
i’m not a tough guy, my b-n-r is the hardest
i am in my chair just stoning tilli’m darted
even then, i’m chasing dream that make me look r-t-rded
santa please, don’t talk to me
you have corrupted all my mentality
people run away like i have leprosy
i can’t even think straight, i’ve lost all my telepathy
i’m not an evil kid but you have lost the best in me
everywhere i look, reminiscing the big tragedy
what the h-ll is wrong with me?
i have lost touch with my inner sanity
you little mother f-ckers thinking i’m a joke
k!lling and the spitting with the r-t-rds and the c-ke
selling beats for dope, zombie with a pulse
i go to lengths to cut myself and choke
i don’t own a gun but i’m whiter than a copper
i make myself believe that i am destined for a locker
this is what- life is like- as a disabled chopper

verse 6: ganeen!

hold up deus is back at it again
not gonna rap fast so you understand
mind floating away like f-ckin’ peter pan
off to j-pan, then i learn the j-panese
being a weeaboo is my speciality
era probably know what i mean
i’m being a baka, kicked outta osaka
wit lewds in my locker, you know whats up i got the empanadas
dunder mifflin infinity where i caught my celebi
where can i begin cause there’s nowhere i rather be
pickin’ apart my thesis with no reason
tis the season to gather up all the r-t-rds who spit hard bars
and still beat off to gardevoir with barbed wire
oh my god, what the f-ck am i saying?
need to calm down and probably start praying
imma grab a water gun, fill it up and start spraying
i am deus, i am not a racist
when it comes the anime, i am not tasteless
i am deus, i am not a racist
when it comes the anime, i am not tasteless
i am deus, not a racist
when it comes the anime, i am not tasteless
like, for real
like, go to hentaihaven right now, dot com

verse 7: lowlife

verse 8: h-llfire

verse 9: murrk

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