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dez & nobs - beatrice lyrics

[dez]
let me tell you about this b-tch from around the way
he was the new kid on the block and always acted g-y
but we paid him no mind because his business was straight
but as the money changed hands sh-t started to shift weight
like, just wait, this ain’t, happening is it?
then the b-tch came to the lab for a visit gabbling his jiblets
like, i get, get it, prepared to get dough
after a few minutes this idiot is baring his soul
sharing his vul nerable side
how he was fluffier than the [] purply []
then he went off on a tangent how boxing is savage
and who he thought who would win the next teen usa pageant
and if that wasn’t enough he called his cousin a sl-t
got her skeezer -ss on the phone and auctioned the b-tt
all this for what?
over a moment of truth
i could burn you a gangstar album and you could own me a few
but you carryin’ on about some karaoke hole in the wall
where you met your future husband and took bone to your jaw
i know that yall think this is unnecessarily creepy
but this is about a real person mother f-ckers gotta believe me

they call her beatrice
let me tell you how you know they’re beatches, sh-t
let me spell it out
it goes b not arthur
trice not opie
let me let you learn you maybe like guy homies like beatrice

switch walker, sh-t talker, flip phone, tag along, draggin’ on
whatever you just roll
this mother f-cker would never bust flows
unless he was just had s-x on the rag or something like that
or something like this, got you b-tches sweating, checking for the lumps on your t-ts
and honestly i never gave a f-ck about what she spoke
that’s that same sh-t that made tim curry murph meat loaf
at least most h0m-s honest and they not so dezophobic
and i think it’s ironic in a closet where you do vocals
bout who you spoke to who was there and where you was
but talking about herself is something she rarely does
the way his lips would flap you could swear he was a b-tch
getting giddy about the rumor sierra had a d-ck
claimed to be a lady k!ller but was so ill
he was tucking in his junk like buffalo bill

they call them beatrice
let me tell you how you know they’re beatches, sh-t
let me spell it out
it goes b not arthur
trice not opie
let me let you learn you maybe like guy homies like beatrice
let me tell you how you know they’re beatches, sh-t
let me spell it out
it goes b not a-o
you know the rest
chicks with d-cks
acting like the opposite s-x
it’s f-cking

1, 2, 3, 4, you b-tch
let me get it back you b-tch
you feel what i’m feeling
she’s just a b-tch
he headed it for real
it’s like
beatrice

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