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happy birthday - niall lassen lyrics

first off, lemme get this out the way
i’ve been late, i know but i’ma show
how to save it anyway
i’ma say a thing or two
one of ‘em is you are g*y
second is i’m back on this
and this is your last day

you’re clearly insecure
all i do is spit pure
fire so divine it’s dire
admire my so desire
wastin’ my time on you
is what you tried to acquire
i’ma give you a bit more
call it a wildfire
you attacked your own mom
and you’re proud of it
hope she packed yo’ sh*t ‘till it’s gone
she didn’t by the sound of it
you ain’t a women pleaser
you ain’t support ‘em either
why you wondеr girls ain’t runnin’ through
comin’ to the front of you
‘cause you leavе a number two
in they face, when they on the move
so what you wanna do is
mouth to mouth some juice
and bow down to jews
you ain’t no hitler
you about as cool as
zeus with no powers
you’re as foolish
as a mouse or two
it’s funny how yo’ mouth be movin’
but i hear no words
so absurd
marked stupid when you hit your family’s turf
you actin’ like 2 d*cks and a bird
the fact is quite too big to be heard
i’m sh*ttin’ on you
might wanna pick up my t*rd
we all know you got fired from every job
you should prolly’ stop the attitude you f*cking sn0b
wanna swap lives?
you finna be workin’ in a kebab shop
speakin’ ‘bout shops
lemme’ name the ones where you got dropped
first føtex, then sunset, what’s the next gonna be?
bro is just waiting for the streak to be three
maybe until then he can flex he’ on a firing spree
this an inspiring story, you see
don’t be like jacob, unless you want to end up deceased
quicker than the lifespan of a bee

this h0m*phobic f*ck think luck is on his side
karma finna bite, divide your iq
even biden is smarter than you
yo’ brain died when you thought too much
about my joke, like bro, let it go
they fly right over, like mona lisa
you’re as straight as the tower of pisa
and with all of that said
you’re still a f*cking piece of
sh*t

and you know my name is niso8k
i’ma crash in at yo’ girls place
like a heli’ goin’ mayday
you a lil’ b*tch, call yourself lil tay
i say and do what i want
ain’t nothin’ gon’ change that
from the bottom now i’m number one
you a lil’ p*ssy, p*ssy cat
9 lives but you lived ’em like a c*nt
you say b*tches want you for your personality
but in reality there ain’t nothing that can be
used as a reason to date you
sh*t is fake news
hang yourself with a straight noose
’till it hang’ loose
i need a little bass boost
and some great booze

the realization hit ya
that’s why you blamin’ me for yo’
insecurities that came to bit ya’
sit ya’ ass down, maybe not
’cause the universe will go kablaaw!
lit ya’ bottom all in flames
split ya’ brain in two, i’m insane
this a diss you can not fathom
i’d rather be called your master
because i know you a fan of me

i said call me yo’ master
i never slow down
i only go faster and faster
i’m ‘boutta show this b*tch
a mouthful of natural disasters
(you better get ready!)

in a minute
i’ma be a menace
demented while i end this
pretendin’ friendship
i’m finna be hittin’ you with two bats
like it’s table tennis
didn’t know p*b*rty
woulda been the reason for your stupidity
didn’t he also kiss a minor?
guessin’ he was dyin’ to get a felony
ever since that point
the entity became my enemy
and if he step to me again
he’d be the epitome
of an individual that has never been
i’m pulling the lever connecting our 10 year streak
you were always the death of me
but i’ve finally had enough
you’re mad ’cause it’s tough
to accept the truth
you’ve wasted yo’ entire youth
smokin’ a puff’
sittin’ on a stool
and just don’t give a f*ck
for anybody
b*tch you think you’re cool?
i swear to god he think he a hottie
but his non*potty trained body is lookin’ blocky
his hobby is gobblin’ soggy raw meat
and doin’ sloppy toppy on a player playin’ hockey
f*ckin’ mockin’ g*y walkin’
and stalkin’ women online
i’m ‘boutta tell ya’ why

because this is the roast of the b*tchless monster
the pr*ck got ditched, back to the foster care
bro could prolly win a oscar there
the most unloved, “it’s just not fair!
the other boys got a bigger pear in their underwear!
i can’t help it! i just gotta stare!
i swear i’m not g*y!
i just wish they could share a pic
of themselves bare!
i just wanna smear my face in their lair!
run my fingers through their pubic hair and tear one out!
eat it for fun, ‘cause it’s no truth or dare!”

b*tch who the f*ck do you think you are?
you sure ain’t no f*cking superstar
you as r*t*rded lookin’ as barney
i hope you get run over by a car
at a car meet, i mean i’m hardly
saying anything wrong
you belong in a burning barn
and you’re f*cking boring as f*ck
the alarm ring whenever you walk in
you’re barking, i’m biting
you’re talking smack
but if we lockin’ eye contact
you look away, because you scared
now try to respond to this conjuring song
f*cking bombed brained, thong wearing
little. motherf*cking. b*tch!

oh yeah, tillykke med fødselsdagen

- niall lassen lyrics

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