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blunt force trauma - popper gang lyrics

[intro: jesse turvey]

i just don’t know if i’m ready for a blunt or not
i mean like i never tried one before
but my friends tell me that it’s really fun
that’s a lot of weed
swag

[verse 1: jesse turvey]

well first off
i be the first off
already cursed so we know i be the worst off
you the first off at the first stop
so you better not…
fall asleep
popper gang 5 deep in this b-tch
oh sh-t, 1 short of a triple 6 clique
666 in a church with a burnt he-rs- while i’m fistin a dead christian b-tch
yup, i’m aware that it’s f-cked up but i love it
i’m writing enticing fantasies of mr.coathanger in a stomach
but f-ck it
my stories are sh-t
i don’t write books i write hits
that’s why i k!ll people and burn sh-t and than f-ck school like a b-tch
with a fake pair of t-ts
and the fake kids egos that are bigger than her -ss
i’m sittin’ at the back with a backpack of the science lab
and i’m thinkin’ about blown’ up the cl-ss
oh well
you can find me mixin’ and matchin
and changing the mask for fashion
m-st-rbate while im stabbing a b-tch
kinda like terry fox
while i’m running’ up the block with my c-ck in my hand
the roses are red
the violets are blue
and i got a gun, so get in the van b-tch
this a demonstration
me and mr.coathanger ain’t playin
i got b-tch up in the trunk, so i’m sitting in the front
while he’s driving in the van that we get away in

[verse 2: mr.coathanger]

f-ck you and your antics
i’m a leave you f-ckin’ frantic
running in panic… b-tch
what the f-ck you gonna when i spit this quick
all you f-ckin b-tches just b-tches
get ya cl-t l!cked
nick sl!ck sh-t
no disses or witnesses
this is just business
try to take my riches
leave you swimming’ with fishes
you’re just a patient on doctor coathangers waiting list
i don’t really give a sh-t about you mother f-ckers causin’ a ruckus
you kickin’ a bucket i’m rhyming’ above it
f-ck it
yo, i make that b-tch bleed like i f-cked her with my razor d-ck
she still lays there screaming holy f-ck you are amazing nick
i ain’t tryna say that i’m a f-ckin’ thug and sh-t
i just do what i do
and i’m f-ckin’ in love with it
you once told me that i was obsessed
but you still havn’t dropped the fact
that i f-cked your b-tch yet
grip the tech
let it off
you mother f-ckers is running off to the end of the block
dead end
you bout to get dropped
prayin to lord he doesn’t exist
you prayin to the floor, gun to your head
but i back up and spray it instead…
f-ggot

[outro: johnny poppers]
hahahahah yea
it’s that mother f-ckin’ popper gang
it’s like a mental inst-tution up in this b-tch
triple poppers all day, don’t give a f-ck !
f-ck bob barker !

- popper gang lyrics

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