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splatter dey taints - macbook orchestra lyrics

[intro]
yeah, baby
ha ha ha!
yo, that’s twenty*twenty. that’s twenty*twenty vision
twenty*twenty vision, baby. quarantined, locked down!
coronavirus * my boy covid*19
they can’t keep us locked down, baby, let’s go!
yuh

[verse 1]
spittin’ thunder out the mouth
got your bunions swollen like you sufferin’ from gout
reakin’ like sauerkraut
sippin’ o’douls stout
i’m blue*balled like every single dude in no doubt
yuh
don’t tell me ‘cus it hurts
church of splatter dey taints, finna make you convert
your feet the main course
bunghole for desert
my d*ck royal caribbean
your vageen’s the port
[interlude]
yuh
they can’t keep me from rappin’
alright, alright

[verse 2]
i’m disgusted on this beat like i’m jabba the hut
i go looney on the tunes so they call daffy duck
posters on my wahll
i got titties like estrogen
mispr*nounce names like i should’ve been estebin
i speak spanish
say it “como se llama”
no money
so i eat misfed llama
i don’t play, i tote guns
i got mac*11s
i set fire to my pants like the ground in ’67
step into this bathroom, boy, you goin’ straight to heaven
these underwears is stained brown
like a cocoa brethren, yuh

[verse 3]
may i please be excused
i can’t do no more
the banana bruised
no advance refused
your bunghole abused
i’m leavin’ every single woman in the room unenthused
the cunnilingus ant*eater
the teenie*peenie beater
my peter got like 46 cubic centimeter
better use the coaster
’cause that’s ikea cedar
don’t even talk to me, b*tch
widow peak like vegeta
[verse 4]
better not get too close
’cause chimichangas’ my diet
don’t you pass me the broccoli because your boy won’t try it
ay, yo, what’s that smell?
creepin’ up from below?
that’s that thunder from down under
this the ground zero
ay, yo, ladies keep your distance, i’m the atomic weapon
i drop bombs over j*pan blow up like led zeppelin
i got gaseous fumes
call me volcano
explode your head
be like “where your brain go?”

[verse 5]
over 9000
public urinations
my body count too high
like black incarceration
my money be increasin’
call it “stagflation”
p*n*s blow you to pieces
gonna need a cremation

- macbook orchestra lyrics

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