fatmowf - tree trunks lyrics
[intro: fatmowf]
shout out to doom, man
rest in peace the god
[verse 1: fatmowf]
yo
if looks could k!ll, i should probably be arrested
for brandishing a weapon, i bought this swag at smith and wesson
the devil was the clerk, i told him that i’d pay with debit
’cause for some f+cking reason these n+ggas never give me credit
when huckleberry’s on the song, you know it’s f+cking epic
man have you heard k!llcat? that sh+t sounds schizophrenic
the llama hand sign, i throw it up like anorexic
pray to myself, cause your religion, i just cannot respect it
n+ggas out here buying sh+t, just so thеy can flex it
man you don’t even likе the sh+t, you just follow aesthetics
that just could never be me, stop the trickery
take that mask off, cause you too f+cking old for trick or treat
white girl sucked my d+ck we making black history
black girl sucked my d+ck, she drank my white supremacy
n+ggas talking bout some “they not feeling me”, you sh+tting me?
i must be live at the deaf club like dead kennedys, n+gga
homicide or suicide? man i hate choosing sides
but we can make it happen, pick a victim, i’ll let you decide
but if you ever disrespect me, you’ll get brutalized
worse than kanye west alone in a room with a jewish guy
you n+ggas f+cking lame, you n+ggas my opposite
you n+ggas f+cking hating must have lost your common sense
you n+ggas can’t be saved, now imma state the obvious
that one thing i don’t play about is motherf+cking llamaspit, ya dig?
yeah
[verse 2: suave dubois]
one two, one two, yes, yes
b+tch, i’m swinging for an online hitler, and it’s clipse if it lands
then turn the lower east side into 50s j+pan
i can shinzo abe obama for the kids in sudan
so don’t get me started on (yay!), or this sh+t will get banned
i don’t like this, gassed like ye on the nitrous
no mohammad atta i’m a motherf+cking flight risk
ra upper, irish isis
pulled over soberly, didn’t show license
your wifey chicken wing, your shorty tossed in buffalo
i ditch a situationship before the christmas costs explode
b+tch i’m rock and roll, chappell roan hot to go
apps up on her apple tv, i’m playing crossy road
s. dubois b+tch report on the floor
few troops, it’s a few battles short of a war
too cute, remember days used to say it in jest
but nowadays, b+tch i’m king, so i say it with chest
it’s king geedorah, wait no, baby it’s s.d the
next suave, espionage and a new leader
baby girl, i agree, it’s egregious
working ’til my f+cking hands bleed like christ jesus
suave selling k2 to k+12, moonlighted as the man on the moon and it pay well
john kennedy, told buddy get out the way
come out and show them, come out to play
b+tch
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