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who the fuck - fried rice lyrics

[hook: fried rice]
twinkle, twinkle, little star
who the f-ck do you think you are
get that sh-t out your f-cking head
go tie the rope, kick the chair, you’re dead
twinkle, twinkle, little star
who the f-ck do you think you are

[ad-lib]
cory in the house

[verse 1: fried rice]
hardy har har everyone’s laughing
drink a little nyquil, get yo -ss nappin
sounding like mike will, i need a f-cking aspirin
i’m spitting so much that i need a f-cking napkin
rhyming d-mn corny to the f-cking kernel
fried rice or fried chicken, call the f-cking colonel
p-ssing on you f-cks like the next urinal
your wounds are external, so on the next turn you’ll
probably imply that if you ghost it flies
but b-tch, have you ever heard of roasted rice?
f-ck a hoax, i’ll boast as the host of pride
f-ck telling lies i’ll stab a pair of forks into your eyes
now what happened to that little boy evan?
he got a little sick-icky half past eleven
give him a month let him grow that depression
then he blew his brains out and went straight to heaven
don’t wanna f-ck f-ck f-ck with me
i’ll f-cking -oof!- your -ss and get a bounty
i’m in the house, oh can’t you see
i’ll load the cannon and k!ll the county
with this little additionally e
i’ll give it to that f-ggot you’ll see

[hook: ryan barr]
twinkle, twinkle, little star
hi my name is ryan barr

[verse 2: ryan barr]
ahaha, f-ck you b-tch
in a couple years you’ll have some kids
hoe get the f-ck out of my biz
now hold on up i gotta whiz
time to clock in, and clock out
put my c-ck in, take the thots out
don’t get mad i’m just playin
but you’re not a queen i’m just sayin
you be actin like you’re the sh-t
one of these days i’m gonna hit
and b-tch i gotta say yo -ss don’t exist
it’s probably where evan’s eyebrows is
you barely walking, b-tch stop talking
you ain’t gonna win this sh-t by blocking
on the social, scroll scroll scroll
you’re gonna get f-cked by the thot patrol
talk with me finna take your toll
all you hoes are getting old
now imma spend my life being bold
making sure the truth is told
now i don’t mean to f-ckin skold
but b-tch your soul is getting cold
getting f-ckin sick of humanity
don’t know definition of insanity

[bridge]
have i ever told you the definition of insanity?

[verse 3: fried rice]
your sh-t cheesier than ryan’s verse
this sh-t easier than dying first
suck my f-cking d-ck or die of thirst
whipping out my motherf-cking bratwurst
finely chopped, sliced, diced, and served
you know the weirdest sh-t you’ve ever heard?
your f-cked up face tryna spread the word
death would be like hannah baker’s, deserved
i’m suicidal, gonna blow my brains out
know my f-cking idol? kurt cobain’s out
lil white rice ain’t ever stayin’ idle
free track, no tidal, ain’t draining your wallet out
after the suspension i think i did a falling out
after the depression i think i’ll be balling now
all caps i need to holla now i ain’t quiet like colin
i don’t quite like stalling, f-ck police now calling
your -ss is diseased, bubonic
my peen that sh-t’s pubonic
my meme that sh-t’s ironic
but b-tch my d-ck, you’re still on it
still rock hard like motherf-cking onix
depression like dre’s alb-m, chronic
you know what the f-ck would please her?
her sucking my d-ck til her f-cking knees hurt
so get f-cking educated, please
thiccer than a good -ss job release
know i’m hot, like isis in the middle east
know we got, fried rice’s in the building he’s
looking like vanilla ice or socrates
cooking with a spice eat it up, suck on these
return to sender, then change my gender
like traffic lanes, run it over like bruce jenner
give hannah baker that f-cking noose, lend her
a joe papermaker cd that certainly will offend her
suspended and i got psychiatric pain
oh f-ck oh sh-t oh god switch lanes
so i walk back in school, after legal victory
and i look around at these f-ggots i see
they date girls, but only like bros
only dating them to steal their clothes
looking d-mn cool, you can’t squander that
looking like j. cole up in the laundromat
b-tch there ain’t no logic, biracial
the truth you can’t dodge it, bye rachael

[hook: fried rice]
twinkle, twinkle, little star
who the f-ck do you think you are

[outro]
shut the f-ck up, shut the f-ck up
i will k!ll you, then drag you out of f-cking h-ll and k!ll you again
shut the f-ck up

- fried rice lyrics

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