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molly (intro) - queefius the queef god lyrics

part i

[verse 1: queefius the queef god]
this molly got me tweaked
now, it’s 6 hours of despair, or it’s 6 hours in the sheets
and, when i wanna’ be alive i feel the addiction growing every week
i feel every ounce of despair washing away when i hold this leek
it’s been a long time since i was depressed, now it’s coming for me, but i won’t ever hide
i’ll face the pain of these emotions, every single drop of it i won’t abide
because as long as i’m focused on my ambitions, then i’m not anywhere near obliged
the words that you speak is just a mirage

[verse 2: sza]
digging for inches and corners [?]
my momma’ told me we [?]
she needed sp*ce [?]
daddy still frontin’ like i’m a little boy, he always want it
really be wishin’ that i was 6 foot tall [?]
and i’ll be safer
and i’ll be safer
wouldn’t you know

part ii

[verse 3: queefius the queef god]
i raped a b*tch that was only 4
but, at that time she was already a wh0re
she said she was ready to have her kids
but, when she found out she was pregnant she aborted the sh*ts
you really got a death wish, filing a report
her life already went to sh*t now she be smoking newport’s
’bouta leave that b*tch, i ain’t going to court
i left her with plenty of cocaine for her ass to snort
i know at times i’m misogynistic
but, when i say this sh*t i’m being realistic
in terms of my feelings, it’s a d*mn addiction
i wish i could take more d*mn prescriptions, oh sh*t
i don’t give a single f*cking sh*t in this world
this virus k!lling everyone, but i don’t f*ckin hurl
i seen worse like f*ggots cutting their d*ck off for p*ssy, hmm
i meant v*g*n*, but if it’s a cat i’ll eat that p*ssy, i will, hmm, i will

part iii

[verse 4: queefius the queef god]
i’m on molly in this sh*t
it’s better than laxatives that make me feel constipated
hardened cr*p hard like a b*n*r
it is floating underwater
yeah, i might just need a sonar
can’t hear like a dog, no loona
my castle is made of suna
but you still can’t break it down
’cause i’m holding down the fort
now you lookin’ like a clown
that’s a 9 year old type argument
you look more like chiaotzu
i wish i had p*ssy, that was so fierce that it growl
f*cked a furry that meowed to me in my ear
while i hit it from the rear
and it’s never on the front
like my mothaf*ckin’ tier
on top of the chain, like a silver spiked choker
p*ssy got that wet wet, drip drip, got that super soaker
difference is you cannot nerf me, i’ll always be stronger regardless
i don’t really care if you act r*t*rded
just don’t bring that sh*t in front of me, it’s like you farted, farted

[chorus: queefius the queef god]
ecstasy
i need mothaf*ckin’ ecstasy
ecstasy
i need mothaf*ckin’ ecstasy
yeah

- queefius the queef god lyrics

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