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toddler****** - yung ulcer lyrics

lame motherf*ckers still don’t got an identity
i’m at the park, just tryna enjoy serenity
gonna shoot your ass like your last name is kennedy
i hope you’re ready for some f*ck sh*t tryna befriend of me
can’t deny i’m one of a kind and original
i came to colonize and kick out aboriginals
i’m not racist, if you thought, i apologize
big d*ck in pants and it’s circumcised

got my black vans on, so call me toddlerf*cker
organs of my enemies, that’s what i had for supper
man i love controversy, imma go make another
remember the name b*tch, i go by jakob utter

they didn’t like the preschool sh*t so i went younger
and just like my views, b*tch, age is just a number
ha ha ha ha ha ha, i’m still laughing
mad mad mad mad mad, y’all still capping

shout out lil lemon, bro, that’s my f*cking homie
you making lots of claims that i wish that you would show me
if i don’t make it with the boys i’ll do it solely
jesus died for my sins, so i’m staying holy
f*ck with me, you about to face the stick of death
you got a dirty ass sk*nk, she sucking d*ck for meth
p*ssy ass f*ckers talking no i can’t hear em
i’m will kroll tryna learn to ball sack theorems (angle m)
codeine and bleach, yea i call it truth serum
said he’d pull up on me, but he still ain’t appearing
my d*ck in my pants, my 3ds in my hand
i’m typing out a diss track in f*cking comic sans

got my black vans on, so call me toddlerf*cker
organs of my enemies, that’s what i had for supper
man i love controversy, imma go make another
remember the name b*tch, i go by jakob utter

they didn’t like the preschool sh*t so i went younger
and just like my views, b*tch, age is just a number
ha ha ha ha ha ha, i’m still laughing
mad mad mad mad mad, y’all still capping

my sh*t was too intense for them ladies on facebook
getting controversial, you can see all the hate, look
all of this new sh*t coming out the wazoo
i was that kid that was playing the kazoo
ask me why i didn’t pay a cent for [redacted]
b*tches want gossip talk, i’ll give you the scoop
make a big buzz just because of my words
you don’t know me you just know what you heard
make the same f*ckups and you never gon’ learn
but like your buddy, you gon’ f*ckin’ burn
i’m gonna find your cremates and then cum in them
dumb mothaf*cka died, now i’m making fun of him
got my black vans on, so call me toddlerf*cker
organs of my enemies, that’s what i had for supper
man i love controversy, imma go make another
remember the name b*tch, i go by jakob utter

they didn’t like the preschool sh*t so i went younger
and just like my views, b*tch, age is just a number
ha ha ha ha ha ha, i’m still laughing
mad mad mad mad mad, y’all still capping

- yung ulcer lyrics

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