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docter rorp - bowling - christmas distrack lyrics

[verse 1: docter rorp]
you’re too f+cking mobile
i’m kidding, i’m trolling
b+tch, i’ll take your ass bowling
b+tch, i’ll f+ck your b+tch like i’m bowling
b+tch, i’ll stick my d+ck in your b+tch like i’m bowling
b+tch, you’re mobile like i’m motherf+ckin’ bowling
f+ckin’ your b+tch, we’re bowling
f+ckin’ your b+tch, i’m bowling
b+tch, i’m trollin’ your b+tch
yeah, f+ckin’ up your b+tch
f+ck that b+tch up in the ass like i’m bowling, ahh

[interlude: docter rorp]
hold up, hold up
hey, engineer? producer?
can i get the beat switch in here?
like, right around the sector, this portion, this footprint, the section
that’s that good sh+t
that, that sh+t’s what i’m motherf+ckin’ talkin’ about
aye, aye, aye, aye, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, okay, okay

[verse 2: docter rorp]
boy am i thankful, christmas
f+ckin’ b+tches
chris is the boy, and animal fries taste delicious
sittin’ eatin’ boys, but they stay too mobile
i was f+ckin’ k!lling yannis, i’ll choke him, he stepped on my forces
how is that for your sneak diss, i’ll f+cking burn you you disgusting f+ck
i’ll f+cking k!ll you
f+ckin’ your b+tch and i don’t know what to do
f+ckin’ your b+tch and it’s christmas, too
k!ll people, burn sh+t, f+ck school
i’m not coming, i aimed and smeared it on her b00bs
salaar, your dad’s a great driver, i loved him
and you used too much low pass filter you f+cking b+tch
i’ll f+cking k!ll you and drink all your nyquil
then p+ss on you in the car, cherry up your pants so it looks like you p+ssed yourself
i’ll f+cking k!ll rj, he lives in california
boy, i’d love to go to an old, good old+fashioned, uh, land
what am i now? i’ll f+cking stab you b+tch
aye, f+cking k!ll yung dimitri, he’s a f+cking b+tch
i’ll slice open his throat and fill it with rubber cement
b+tch
[verse 3: kurimuzon]
f+ckin’ that b+tch, like i be bowlin’
christmas is back, heads will be rolling
eating my breakfast, drinking the nog
sink those b+st+rds, they’re more like little dogs
yannis, britten, rj, call it a menagerie
the three all together make a catastrophe
con inviters come in and lying baiters
we aren’t haters, just eat taters
shout out to my girl natoxia

[verse 4: white chocolate cars]
f+ckin’ your b+tch like i’m bowlin’
’cause, g+d d+mn, you know that we’re bowlin’
it’s christmas, time for some hips
you know that we’re f+ckin’ bowlin’
it’s a trio of friends forever who love to eat bagels
han, rorp, and carson [?] nagel
yes, that was a self+dox, b+tch!
it’s a season of hoistin’ people up
but some of these buzz+bizzers bringin’ people down
shout out to the pokémon anime blast sleep over
hey, good luck to yannis, rj, or britten gettin’ invited over
f+ckin’ your b+tch like i’m bowlin’
’cause, g+d d+mn, you know that we’re bowlin’
[outro]
hi
mama mia!

- docter rorp lyrics

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