afourteen - fucktitoboyz! lyrics
[part 1: afourteen]
t-to stay talkin that sh-t up on ig
none of you p-ssies are gonna come see me
who the f-ck [?]
ears big as f-ck and you still can not hear me
that sh-t is embarr-ssing
go drink some kerosene
there’s not comparison
b-tch i am better than all of you f-ggots combined
i’m f-cking sadie from behind her
all of you blind
tay-k tay-k tay-k, yuh
[?]-
(tiitoo boooys suck maaasiive, faat peeeniis, yeeeeaaaahhh)
t-toboyz, what the f-ck is this boyband?
[?]
you call me a b-tch, yo mommy she takin my kids
i better go and take a pic, stay the f-ck off of my d-ck
i know you all are loving it
i spit on yo b-tch
[?]
[?]
i got a k got a clip
get ready to quit
all yo money counterfeit
sh-t i gotta babysit
some f-ckin little hypocrites
all of you a f-cking b-tch
justin, you a b-tch
ryan, you a b-tch
shane, yes you a b-tch
[?], yes you a b-tch
ay, haha haha
yuh, t-to
empty the clip [?]
takin yo [?]
t-to, t-to, t-to, t-to
[interlude: chauncey666]
ay, a moment of silence for the fools who dare step to orange gang
f-ck that, 14 you said bring the heat so lemme bust out the george foreman on em, there’s a zero tolerance policy on disrespecting the orange gang, lets f-cking get it
and now entering the ring
the undisputed, heavyweight champion of the world!
[part 2: chauncey666]
t-toboyz i’m chauncey this what real rappers sound like
yo b-tch she be fl!ckin cl-ts to my soundbites
i’m downright astounding
p-ssed around, you can tell by the way my crown shine
bet i get more p-ssy than you p-ssies in my downtime
orange gang be destined to reach absurd heights
we on the road to riches, you bustin [?] on the turnpike
to nerd lifes
me dissin you like bringing nukes to a nerf fight
you f-ckboys come around and b-tches turn dyk-
i come around all the b-tches wetter than a burst pipe
pipes burst
it’s like work
[?]
it’s like [?]
no question who nicer
i’m just tryna decipher
why the f-ck you’d f-ck with us
last time i made a diss track, it was at the fattest b-tch
now i’m thrashin some cucks who pay 40 for a gram of mints
lynch mob extravagant
you boys gettin f-cked like it was a trip to the vatican
it’s bafflin
justin, this just in
yo b-tch is gaggin and gaspin on my c-ck
headshots, headlock
diss the troop and get your whole set stomped
y’all look like you say the n word with a hard “er” on xbox
t-toboyz smell like axe and fragile masculinity
you don’t have to act mad to mask the fact you’re into me
next time you want an autograph just ask me
your -sscheeks mad weak, all i see is casualties and
ryan i ain’t lyin
when i tell you on the daily, ya lady be actin
crazy in my dm’s talkin bout you
all my babies complainin
yo d-ck is pasty and small
but she get curved like a parabola
hate and shame
hana went bananas at 14’s c-ck and b-lls
extravaganza
grabbin as much as she could handle until the b-tch was in shambles
and shane it’s insane how your face is so disgustin
but come here brother cuz i gotta tell you somethin
your baddie and her friends are beggin for me and my friends to empty our
hefty testies way deep inside her belly but
f-ck no, i don’t touch muck hoes, that b-tch is yucko
she ugly as my b-tthole
big guns i bust tho
bringing more pain than stubbed toes
and i ain’t say your b-tches names cuz lynch mob never address thots directly
my pen is deadly, next time you step please come correct me
cuz t-toboyz vs orange gang? it’s a f-cking mismatch
get lyrically b-tch slapped, you b-tch-ss
your future bright as pitch black
you’ll never be nice as this cat
if t-toboyz would have voted would have been for trump with you maga hats
i knew b-tch was in yo genes once i seen your
f-ggot dads
a new b-tch in my jeans every time i blast a rap
i heard your song i never heard a track as bad as that
and i ain’t even have to do this, 14 could have handled y’all on his own
but when orange gang go to war
we never stand alone cuz we a family
this ain’t a battle it’s a tragedy
and coby i ain’t gonna diss you on your iphone 4 dude
cuz guess what homie
i’m f-cking poor too
but i can still afford gorge you
h–rds of gorgeous wh0r-s and more juice
i bet your ears are sore from all this heat throwin
but i can keep going and keep going, and keep going
all your wh0r- moms on they knees
no t-bowing
they deepthroating
keep choking
i’m deep strokin with more pressure than the devotion
spleen pokin, you weak no ones can keep hoping
[?], more likely the sun will freeze up
but with bars these cold it just might
i’m dumb nice, yo bum tight
no crumbs for you chum mice, i’m done
sike
imma keep grillin i’m like gordon on the foreman
exterminating pesty n-ggas like i work for orkin
to lift my notepad, need a forklift
just forfeit
the rap game
my fortunes this an afterbirth abortion
and jared there’s no need to be embarr-ssed
your d-ck is barely the size of a baby carrot
and very hairless this guy will still cherish it and let you bury it, in his -n-s
while jack takes it so him and the rest of the boys can m-st-rbate to it
your moms are jerkin me off with the same hand they spank you with
thank you miss, let me blow my load on your face and dip
basic b-tches you’re basic as basic gets
k!ll you find the graves and i’m defacing it
flow so godly make believers out of atheists
i’m the greatest thing since [?]
lynch mob got barb wire to hang you with
my stick blow your head off and i ain’t even aimin it
if i impregnate your b-tch, i ain’t even aimin it
one heinous kick to the gut, and it’s a goner
i don’t wanna pay no child support, don’t wanna be a father
i’m already sonning you suckers but you just fought her
f-ck a slaughter house
it’s too late to talk it out
chauncey known to lock it down
i line em up i knock em out
i’m the biggest boss around
t-toboyz you b-tchmade sh-tstains
big tame, wild lame, child’s play
all kinds of g-y homie
i ain’t even trying and everyone recognizing this as divine rhyming
i am no acquired taste
doomsday when the mayans came
you peons in the lions cage
i’m screaming f-ck t-toboyz, and y’all playin the quiet game
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