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ripstick - remorse666 lyrics

[intro]
ohhh f*ck
i just ate a f*ck ton of burger king
i feel fat as f*ck
but whatever

[verse 1: remorse666]
wrist slit
tell that emo b*tch to ride my d*ck just like a ripstick
someone offer nic you know i’m gonna take a big hit
b*tch i keep a strap like it’s a 911 c*ckpit
i see you bleeding from yo head, i see yo t**th i get to stomping (stop it)
sometimes i wish that i would just die
it’s time to end my f*cking suffering, time to gouge out my eyes
b*tch i got a lil choppa, and that b*tch down to ride
if you run up on me p*ssy b*tch, i will take your life
b*tch i be that (b*tch i be that)
b*tch i be that b*tch
motherf*cker run up on me, leave his head right in a ditch
give yo ass a halo, i got reach
say hi to my draco, leave you deceased
(b*tch, b*tch)
push you to the ground, spit right on your face
grab a f*cking knife, leave blood on your face
how’s my f*cking cum taste, b*tch grab a taste
running from the cops, b*tch i won the race
running from drama i got lots of adrenaline
p*ssy for sale that b*tch no longer celibate
cum in her mouth i told that b*tch to drown in it
p*ssy so wet told that b*tch that id drown in it
wrist slit
now that emo b*tch is l!cking on my f*cking d*ck tip
someone smoking nic, i tell that p*ssy b*tch to quit it
take a trip to new york, just to see the p*ssy, hit it
told her shut her mouth, i told that emo b*tch to zip it
666 devil in law
toilet water in my halls
90k, b*tch i’m in awe
never thought i’d get this far
123 i’m next up uh uh uh
d*ck up in my b*tch uh uh uh
feel it in her ribs uh uh uh
she ‘gon swallow kids uh uh uh
717 you know that’s my crew
screaming my ass off i’m up in the ‘stu
f*ck all this ‘rona sh*t, i got the flu
i don’t need the money, i don’t need the blues
(like blue)
like blues clues
i’m f*cking yo b*tch, her man don’t have a clue
make an emo b*tch l!ck the straight mud off my boot
if you run up on me, then that choppa gon shoot
add me on my snapchat, please follow my gram
b*tches tryna f*cking talk to me, like they don’t know who i am
they don’t know i got the wife on me, her tits all in my hands
f*ck that b*tch named _
make that p*ssy sh*t his pants (b*tch)
wrist slit
tell that emo b*tch to ride my d*ck just like a ripstick
someone offer nic, you know i’m gonna take a big hit
b*tch i keep a strap like it’s a 911 c*ckpit
i see you bleeding from yo head, i see yo t**th i get to stomping

- remorse666 lyrics

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