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wes craven freestyle (bonus track) - tuberculosis twins lyrics

[intro: lil’ tizm]
i just got fired 30 minutes ago
i don’t know what i’m finna do, but i’m finna do this sh*t 24/7, n*gga
lil’ tizm, all day every day, n*gga
f*ck you b*tch
uh, uh

[verse: lil’ tizm]
i’m four beers in, and i don’t know how to rhyme
i don’t know how to tell time
i can’t read a clock
all i do is suck c*ck
uh, and i sniff on toes
uh, lord knows
nah, f*ck that n*gga, uh
we don’t do nothing up in this b*tch, uh
i’m finna dig a motherf*ckin’ ditch, n*gga
f*ck n*gga, sh*t n*gga, b*tch n*gga, snitch n*gga, uh
finna cook some pasta when i get home, uh
little bit of alfredo sauce, little bit of pesto
i’ma throw that b*tch in the motherf*ckin’ pan
i’ma saute some onions, n*gga
uh, onions, funyuns, bunions, schlunions
that’s not a word, but i made it a word
miriam dictionary, f*ck what you heard
oh f*ck, it’s webster dictionary
i don’t give a f*ck
[verse: mc lunshabul]
i just scammed an african dude for some fufu
he be eatin’ on my b00boo
i’ma doodoo on this b00boo
i got a porcelain toilet
who let this b*tch in the toilet? i’m tryna b00boo in peace
i’m b00booin’ on your niece
in a fleece hoodie
you a b*tch, not a goodie
i’ll, i’ll, i’ll eat your b*tch in a hoodie
i’ll give your b*tch nookie
now lookie here
you a piece of dookie beer
you like a busch
i’m nuttin’ in yo’ tush
i turn that sh*t to mush, like some peas
i’m a british b*tch
i make yo’ man ham and split pea soup for dinner, b*tch
i’m a winner, b*tch
eatin’ lunch for dinner, b*tch
havin’ breakfast
havin’ waffles and pancakes with your b*tch
i made your wife tofu scramble
she said my man can’t cook like this
i said that’s right
come get this gordon ramsay d*ck
i’ll put it in you like a stick
my d*ck thin as stick
i got about an inch and a half
i’ll nut on yo’ calf, in some yoga pants
i’m a roman, i’ll f*ck you in some toga pants
f*ck b*tch, f*ck wigga
i don’t know anything
i’ll eat yo’ ass in nola, that’s new orleans
b*tch, i’m ballin’
i’m, i’m, i’m calling your mother for some tall head
i need a tall glass of badussy
b*tch, it smell kinda musty in yo’ room
’cause you ain’t cleaned in there for six weeks
trash getting real deep, it’s looking
your future looking real meek

- tuberculosis twins lyrics

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