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fudge willi - geometry lyrics

(intro) that’s f-dg- willi, these are his beloved things:
ren and stimpy, buffalo wings, and rocking multiple piercings
at four and five, he was addicted to the flubber sh-t
chris-lover-lover, binyah binyah gullah gullah sh-t

fast forward —–> age 18 in nav-ssa
where this kid -ssume the dream of a backpack rapper
copped a macbook pro, got garageband crackin
but i still fap, i beat it like the great mike jackson
great white action, i tear apart beats like shark t–th
these n-ggers say it’s crack, my white boys say it’s gnarly
me and rap go way back like myself and the hardy’s
present time, i’m funny like that n-gga chris farley
stressing? b-tch hardly, my brain’s disturbed but my flow sicker
ankles and knees ashy like the motherf-cking gross sisters
never been a door-kicker consistantly casted out
city full of fast -ss, like what’s in a rabbit’s mouth
i used to get picked on like an irritating scab i’m bout to flabbergast you’re -ss and unclad you with my trashy mouth
now swag me out bruh, i been on my super sh-t
fro plush and fluffy like the cotton n-ggas used to pick
i’m here now get used to it, illuminated luminesce
f-ck being scrupulous, it’s viva la stupidness
you will not dishearten my soul or break into parts of the whole, m-ffle or cover my glow, block me from reaching my goal
shovel inside of my snow, put spoons inside of my bowl. take fire off of my coal , keep air from reaching my nose, send me afloat with no oar, peel the nail from my big toe, deny me my right to know what the f-ck you say bout me in code
so go, sharty it’s your barthday
i p-ss motherf-ckers off with that chingar tu madre
so dark when n-ggas see me, they be saying “sa pa sey!!”
for spring break, i’m losing my v-card in south padre
i love tyler but i cannot f-ck with the bombays, and i love them snow bunnies, no matter what my mom say
my b-tch got nice jaws, transplanted from kanye
k!lling motherf-ckers like it’s hotel rwawanday
i ate my lasagna, but i’m still frail
remember when my pants used to flap like a sail
life and times 2 & 3, over holy grail
i need some of that “meow” like gary the snail
b-tch

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