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urinal - ouija macc lyrics

[hook]
aye aye aye
i fucc your b-tch at your funeral
p-ss in her mouth she a urinal
spoke only six words
“open your mouth you a urinal”
i fucc your b-tch at your funeral
i played this song at your funeral
ima pull up at your funeral
i fucc your b-tch at your funeral

[verse 1]
walk in your work and make fun of you
beat your b-tch -ss in your cubicle
i buy the building and fire you
fill out an app ima hire you
you dont appear to be qualified
fucc it don’t matter ima hire you
long as you know who you working for then i will not have to fire you
i am not here to be friends with you
homie i’m here to inspire you
the people that love you are tired of you
homie don’t no one admire you
n0body fuccing believe in you
everybody know you a liar too
get the fucc up and do something mane for’ i fucc yo b-tch at your funeral

[hook]
i fucc your b-tch at your funeral
p-ss in her mouth she a urinal
spoke only six words
“open your mouth you a urinal”
i fucc your b-tch at your funeral
i played this song at your funeral
ima pull up at your funeral
i fucc your b-tch at your funeral

[verse 2]
b-tch i woke up in a hatchetman
i made your b-tch do the running man
she can’t get out of here fast enough
she had the p-ssy, don’t want it man
baking eggs and a cup of tropicana orange juice in the morning man
reading the paper they saying the fucc boys are dying all over don’t understand
witnesses spotted a mini-van
gotta get rid of the mini-van
use a ladder for the blood splatter they would never figure its a little man
lil’ ouija lil’ k!lla man
psycho psycho blood spiller man
roll up on me marijuana man
he just smoking you don’t want it man

[verse 3]
ouija do nothing but mutilate
you b-tches do not know who to hate
yo shorty b00bies and booty fake just like your mo’fuccin’ crew is fake
i could have got you a week ago
saying your motherfuccin’ shoes are fake
tell my baby braid me up and ima k!ll em’ all woadie it is too late
i’m on a perc and a xan
i got some (?)
i ain’t got nothing to put it in
i got a 8th in my hand
before i got paper to roll it up
i sold it too by the gram
point five then i have to work
smoke and i say it again

- ouija macc lyrics

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