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​damienfarron & nikhedonia – family guy: the movie! lyrics

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[intro: nikhedonia]
(beatboxing)
ugh,  nikhedonia

[verse 1: nikhedonia]
blow  up my sh-t like an iraq lobster
guzzle down my c-m, boy, that girl’s a monster
wouldn’t think she’s a virgin, b-tch is an expert
sh-t,  i might end up with a daughter
uh,  yeah, post malone like mazel tov
gun them down and rush them off, firing all these rounds like
kalashnikov,  molotov, cut them down with tomahawks
getting loud, little b-tch, like you haven’t fallen off
huh, yeah, why am i so feisty?
huh, yeah, your face is unsightly
huh,  yeah, that wasn’t like me
huh, yeah, that wasn’t like me
scream from 9 to quarter past, popping pills, i’m peter xan
i don’t know your name but i can take you to my never land
you can’t see me like my young bull, ferdinand
i take your pretty b-tch and then i f-ck her in the -ss, yuh

[interlude: damienfarron]
yeah, f-ck her in the -ss, yeah
lil’ b-tch, she call me dad, yeah
long live jahseh, uh, uh, uh
screaming “llj”

[verse 2: damienfarron]
i’m stephen hawking of the trap, skrrt, tyres never flat, skrrt
iced-out cripple-chair, like a human map, skrrt
used to bully kids on the internet until they cried
one, two, three, four, how many tried suicide?
lil’ jimmy couldn’t take the roast and now he dead
texting on his mommy, asking her to give me head
said her husband’s home so she tug me in the shed
she can’t know my real name, i tell her name’s jeff
uh, uh, donna brown, why your -ss so fat?
uh, she need god ’cause she f-cking wack
uh, i put my d-ck in her cookie stash
uh, rollo mad ’cause her cheeks are clapped, yeah, lil’ b-tch

[bridge: damienfarron]
how you not gon’ f-ck on a white boy lil’ b-tch?
yeah, aoki boys 2019

[verse 3: saint lazare]
i find it funny that you won’t play with your life
i can f-ck her in the -ss but it don’t feel right
i [?] homies [?] get a job
slop out, opps out, we gon’ ride up with the d-cks
b-tch, i slatt in the slum, it don’t make that many sense
but you can check my f-cking bank and see i make so many cents
i only f-ck with just a few, a middle finger to the rest
if you don’t think that i mean it, uh – f-ck!

[outro: saint lazare]
ah!
ow!
f-ck!
b-tch!



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