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l0v3l¥ l1l b0!$ - the bemis bois lyrics

peter (eater) mr. meat beater
door locked, unlocked, get in the 4 seater
better leave a spot open cuz he callin’ shotgunner
he f*ck a bad b*tch in the back of the 4runner
faded than a hoe, faded than a hoe, bro
he coming, guns blazing, forza racing, for ya f*ckin’ whole
family, yo momma, yo sister (she a ten) he
gonna get yo dad too but not before breaking out the

hennessey hennessey hennessey hennessey
he a lightweight but he bring the whole bakery
now we tokin’ up with the lil spinach blunts
he like the way it smell so he say “f*ck them c*nts”
he was in the back while we was in the front
vietnam, said he finna nom, we had to ask him what
he made our jaws drop with the following word
“jit trippin’… i’m boutta say another slur”

now d*ckie cheese had sumn to say he said
“henney, are you really sure you not g*y” “oh
h*ll naw, i’d never take a guy to bed”
“hennessey, you just gave a dude some head”
big sac, painted red, building got yellow tape
knives on the floor, f*cked up the entire landscape
he took a swim, 50 meter, cheers from peter beater
1st place, gold medal, no sh*t, grim reaper with
maple, papa maple
the cain to your abel and destroyer of disabled
we makin’ fun of wheelchairs and crutches, raisin’ canes and sh*t
do them j*panese assignments, and done, submit. (yatta) now he
stealing parking from some faithful church*goers saw one
in the lot and he thought, “yea i’d do her”
(pause ._.)
that nun the baddest, call that 50 shades of gray (pray)

lil osama, f*ckin’ with yo momma and
he goin 90 on the 91, raise the alarm, with the
v8, never late, fire up the cooper
at a 100, oh sh*t, where the state trooper
it’s like assetto corsa up in this b*tch
burnin’ f*ckin’ rubber, nearly drove into a ditch
but he’s too good, cuz his driving? mad sk!lled
get the f*ck off his road, or you’ll be f*ckin’ roadk!ll (edited)
[7:30 am]
volexors, andrew. “andrew tate”?
no b*tch, f*ck that guy; sanders, he’s the great*
est of all time, no debate, you want a f*ckin’ translate?
imma say it for you slow: greatest in the state
call him enzo, assassin’s creed
got his op on the ground, make that brudda bleed
he gettin’ lil nas x all in disbelief, uh
andrew scorin’ major dubs, call that sh*t fifa
sh*t bro, now we got the muhf*ckin’ realest
pull up lilspinch, he gon’ really make you feel it
day one, og, never leave a man behind
can’t f*ckin’ shake this man from his ever bl**dy grind
colorado born, he’s inbound reppin’ philippines
baddest b*tches gonna want him, even the drag queens
cruise smooth with china airlines, flyin’ denver to manila
gettin bag so sweet, that sh*t tastes like vanilla

better hide ya kids, it’s mr. slim swaggy
“the king of 6th street, west side, the almighty” now
we, gotta know, why the f*ck he swag? cuz he the
chillest muhf*cka, just riches, no rags
he driving that benz from 23 ago
b*tches tryna get in and then he’d tell ’em “h*ll no”
he’d say straight to their face he’d choose bros than hoes
then he quoted that sh*t, he an artist, van gogh

but wait, more to say, blow it up, land mine
cuz he’d drum yo ass, drumline, let him cook, fine dine
then he’ll steal yo girl cuz he a big b*tt guy
he season dat ass cuz he a chef, stir fry
that ain’t all the bemis members, we got strength in numbers
we either goofy as sh*t or we boutta go dismember a
child. whaaat? who the f*ck said that?
sorry, outta pocket, let’s get back to it, chat
now we got the striving, you are not surviving
he’ll read yo ass like a f*cking book, *n*lyzing how the
f*ck you got yourself into this d*mn situation
well pretty simple math, he got that asian persuasion
taiwan represent, don’t get yourself all bent
ucb, he could be the next vice president
just remember one thing, if you gonna try and fight
good luck, cuz he got that 6’2″ height

- the bemis bois lyrics

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