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black cat - johplin lyrics

[intro]
right, and i can do it in a whole lotta different ways
i can make it sound fast, i can make it sound slow
i can make it sound anyway i want it to
like for instance

[verse 1]

black cat!
if you have an issue with my music
take a f*ckin’ d*ck and shove it
cause i don’t give a f*ck about your feelings
this music sh*t is keepin’ me from f*ckin losin’ it
i gotta get all the pain out
even if it means i gotta talk d*mn violently
so crack a smile b, or f*ckin leave cuz i don’t give a f*ck if my lyrics cause a d*mn democracy

[verse 2]

i’m still gonna be here, making this sh*t work
i’ll stab any f*ckin haters with a rusty pitchfork
f*ck you talkin sh*t for? cuz my d*ck stuck in ur wh0re
or is it cause you’re mad a 15 year old makes more
than you, or your f*ckin jew friends from jerusalem
thankin’ god that hitler died to hе can’t put some gas in ’em
it’s getting out of hand i know thе industry hates that
but sometimes you p*ssies gotta face the d*mn facts
words don’t hurt anybody, shut the f*ck up and grow a pair
or this world is gonna go out in f*ckin despair
and i’ll be off the laughing gas in my lair
watching fresh prince of bel’ air, f*ckin’ your b*tches in pairs
i hate n0body, besides the b*tches who hate me
i don’t care if you are a different s*xuality
i just say this sh*t because it helps
get the pain out like oxycontin that you got for free
[verse 3]

d*mn, this sh*ts gettin’ spooky
clappin’ at your crew and they runnin like some baboons, (yeah)
after she heard my sh*t, she wanna come f*ck with me
so i said, “why don’t you stick around, make some memories?”
one pump chump with the motherf*ckin’ ratchet
blow your brains out we gonna motherf*ckin’ splat it
weed f*ckin stinks like i took a shat in it
smokin’ one then ill have you flyin’ like aladdin
throat punch your b*tch for not suckin’ my d*ck
we throw karate kicks at opposition
i know that the f*ggot with no uncle ain’t talkin
your granny suckin’ d*ck, her little wig got me stalkin’
jack and the d*mn beanstalk, which is my c*ck
belittle your d*mn genitals, spittle on my fiddle
she twirlin’ on the d*ck like a d*mn ballerina on lsd
f*ckin’ like a p*rn star who needs a gram of weed

[verse 4]

those last lines were wack, f*ckin your b*tches crack
she knows she want my d*ck, but does she want it back
the rap game fallin’ out, i need to cut the slack
so i made radical, some cheese for the rats
i love my music but the public doesn’t
cause b*tches do tiktok dances and show their ass off
sl*ttin’ on the internet for some d*mn money
just use that “talent” for somethin less bummy
you washed up c*nts can’t do sh*t for the world
i said before, f*ck the world, throw it in a twirl
so that kind of contradicts what i just said
but whatever, i’m havin’ fun so i will prevail

[outro]

i’m creepin’ to your doorstep
can’t assure your daughter won’t get wet
i got her p*ssy purrin’
and i got that b*tch whirlin’
she gobblin’ swallowin’ my d*ck like a hollow tip
penetrate her p*ssy lips, her walls be massagin’ it
limp d*ck, ima pull it out and smack a fat cl*t
i had some trouble fittin’ it in, i think i ripped it

- johplin lyrics

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