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the ghost of tonydangerr - jeepers lyrics

[joey zimmerman from “halloweentown”]
it’s lit!

[quentin tarantino]
i’m not your slave
and you’re not my master

[verse 1: jeeper$]
i just hopped right out the dodge
crashed the whip in arizona
screaming “thug life” all the way
i sped right the f*ck out florida
i’m just calling out these p*ssies
dog, i must be chloe roma
tell ‘em suck up on my johnson
like my first name been dakota

these rappers do not matter
like they idol capadonna
i was born up in detroit
call it pop, dog, f*ck a soda
i been goin on and on
probably need a semicolon
tryna die just like a dog
with a thoughtful f*cking owner
wanna go up in my sleep
some odd night in late*october
still got chrome up in my blood
with the old school f*ckin motor
i been tryna quit these ciggies
but ma, i’m such a smoker
ain’t got trouble with no piggies
cause i ain’t afraid of porkers

i been lookin for a rider
promise i am not a chauffeur
told that b*tch to get a job
like she tryna flex on grover
she been dancin in the bank
but i been her only donor
yeah, i been her only donor
now she drive around a loaner
hey, yo—what a f*cking story
hey, yo that b*tch should be on maury

get it? cause she dumb

[verse 2]
y’all say that you got talent
but dog, i’m f*ckin gifted
this is not a competition
i’m not playin with you dipsh*ts
you should go get some degrees
less like yeezy, more like lipscitz
keep worry what i’m doin
go minds ya f*ckin business
i remember seventeen
how i know you barely p*ss straight
but when i talk my talk
i ain’t blow no air, don’t inflate
got to keep my sh*t private
not community, not no in state
b*tch i tell you what to do
take notes i’m gonna dictate

take a clip from scooby*doo
man it’s jeeper$
how my d*ck taste?
keep on d*gg*n on these p*ssies
if they mispr*nounce the nickname
not askin for opinions
i’m not listenin to bill gates
i been stayin at the hilton
you got a single at the wingate

took a selfie with ya moms
got this b*tch out at the swiss lakes
told that sl*t she better smile
i don’t wanna see no fish face
then i got under her hood
dog i had to check her intake
cannot dodge none of these b*tches
copped a new whip, had to switch plates
man
y’all talentless
like scott disick
man
you don’t even got no b*tches
(d*mn)
you got no money
got no privilege
(d*mn)
your drip is bummy
low self image
(sh*t is bum)
this dior new
it’s not vintage
(it’s not vintage)
i smell too good
for this scrimmage
(b*tch, i smell good)
all my tags fresh
check the printing
(got it thrifting)
after ten
then i’m out like quentin

[quentin tarantino]
i’m not your slave
and you’re not my master

- jeepers lyrics

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