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dat toaster - macaroni lyrics

[intro]
what the f-ck is this? some kind of nintendo bullsh-t?
-sigh- whatever. i’ll give it a shot
okay, okay
dat to… stop, f-cking stop, stop stop
that sounded like a f-cking autistic parade
let me just…. okay…

[verse 1]
h-lls bells swingin b-tch, make your ears ring and sh-t
you can tell the rock that i’m just f-ckin bringin it
i make my own beats and lyrics, but i’m not singing sh-t
i spit em like i spit vile ooze, i’m the creepiest
kraft, i’m the cheesiest, these hoes are the easiest
i get ’em in the bed and i tell em “ride my p-n-s, b-tch”
is your c-nt bleeding, b-tch? sorry, didn’t mean it b-tch
i’m gonna be an -ssh0l- until i start feeling rich
my women are fallacies, all girls do is laugh at me
except for this one girl, but she’s in f-ckin’ florida, jeez
why do all the nice girls gotta be so far from me?
i guess it’s because around here, girls are f-cking dastardly
conniving little wh0r-s, make me wanna lock my doors and
grab a shotgun, get down to the floor and
wait for one to step onto the porch and
unload both barrels in her motherf-cking forehead
these hoes scary, unless they’re imaginary
got my outlook down, like “f-ck humanity”
rap comes naturally, it comes with mendacity
can’t smoke weed, if my eyes are red, it’s allergies
everyone can f-ck off, i say that sh-t p-ssively
if i get lost, people asking where my -ss will be
holy calamity, i’m screaming insanity
don’t want one of y’all to be a motherf-cking fan of me

[verse 2]
my last rap was fake so i’m on to the next one
ride the game fakie, like a motherf-cking skateboard
still don’t give a f-ck, like the cops that get paid off
you can’t meet my parents, i’m a focker, you’re a g-ylord
steady flow like jugulars, cooler than a cuc-mber
sun’s blocked out, no doubt, never gloomier
ask bill and ted, i’m so motherf-cking tubular
i could make the wicked witch show her wicked b00bs and her
little black p-ssy cat, right off the f-cking bat
such a f-cking terrorist, burning ‘merican flags
and burning haters, in fact, i’m burning all of you f-gs
like hitler burned the bodies of the jews that he g-ssed
ashes, ashes, falling down, cherokee’s my home town
by the time i’m finished, this village will be burnt to the ground
use the flames to light a cigarette and f-cking smoke it out
so what if i’m an arsonist, do you think i care about
feedback and opinions? man, you’re really missin out
how you think is what i don’t know the first thing about
perk your ears up, listen close, mr. mickey mouse
if you wanna whip up some bull sh-t, i’ll lash out
cl-ss clown, there i are, getting close with no cigars
cheshire grin, leave you smiling, open scars
from a rapper, you are far, i’ll give you a seminar
and just to prove it’s not that hard, i just spit 48 bars
f-ggot

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