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hell's manager - uglyer lyrics

(spongebob):
i’m ugly and i’m proud x2
(h-ll’s manager):
tried this sane sh-t
i’m f-xking brainless
it’s nothing wrong so i’m never gonna change this
gotta go hard cause i’m not famous
i know a mother f-cker has to work
it’s driving me crazy , i’m going berzerk
tired of just being store clerk
and this sh-t makes my heart hurt
mother f-xker but am i ready for that
hit em with lyrical sh-t to make a b-tch clap
then they f-xk with me and i attack and never look back

f-ck em so hard in the bubble make em say jeez
ugly so no one wants too say cheese, not even the police
hit the b-ss drop, so fast like i’m f-xking gone
contemplate what you rapping on
i wish i was on a lot of drugs, but still don’t bang with thugs
crush you like a bug, not soft so i don’t wanna hug
i’m with the juggalo scrubs like the way it was
f-xk this sh-t, imma gonna hit em, spit em, quit em, and f-xk a b-tch like it does
you know i gotta freestyle this sick for the mic
i’ll f-ck anybody up like mike
and i don’t care if your a dyk-
b-tch i’m ready to fight, ready for healthcare
cause my rap is rare
i’m gonna be bright like a solar flare
i don’t give a f-xk because of my situ
ation then i’ll hit you like jujitsu
ok then, the cry b-tches go straight for the doors
cause i f-xk thier wh-r-s more
b-tch, i’m on pitrone too bone
but shout out to her moan
her -ss be shined up like some chrome
you dont like that she makes me jiz
f-xk you up make you wiz
look at your pants full of p-ss
look n-body here can keep my pace
n-body he has had my rage for this race
i’ll f-xk you up in the worst ways
mother f-xker shut the f-xk up, i don’t perform for birthdays
b-tch i’m gonna set up the stages, so face it, i’m not going to make minimum wages
hit aces in any places
look at my creation
i’m gonna rule the entire nation!
put all the fear cause you hear
calm down you know i’m not really here!

it’s hard to be ugly man, but it’s easy to be ulgyer. i have f-xking shown that
it’s’ hard to be ugly man. but it’s easy, to be uglyer

tired of this bullsh-t
i’m gonna lose it
it’s making me brain sick
never on the forbes list
f-xk a b-tch in meraculous ways
what the f-xk am i gonna too do get paid, get laid
hold up, what you gotta say too me
trying to make the people free, even though i am not an og
but imma create better flows, got no hoes
if you f-xk around, i’m gonna make you ghoste

f-xk it, i’m a sinner cause i don’t believe in god
but the priest neck is where i sawed
wait a second, don’t f-xk with me dog
no mods, your a bigger b-tch than beyonc
hit em so hard they weez
f-xk her so hard her sister says b-tch please
and you know i am smoking weed
this even happens overseas
shut mother f-xker and seize the moment, it’s a bonus, gotta own it
later it will be hopeless, doors won’t be open, and your homeless
on the bottom of the totem with no scr-t-m
your face is where i am slammin the podium
f-xking knock him out
where’s your clout, now?
f-xk you and your bright hair
can’t rap cause of your f-xking jaw
i don’t care, cause i am raw!
i’ll slam yo -ss too st-tch the wall
i don’t give a f-xk what you say, i will go far
cause of my hot -ss bars
g-y -ss looking dude
shut up, becuase if you f-xk with me you’ll loose
just yelling wooz, drown you in the pool, drink all your blood juice
don’t worry, your body won’t go too waste
trust me, it won’t be all over the place
never sit on the fence, even with pence
this song is so dense, had alotta suspense
oh yes, we the best
you might f-xk your b-tch but i’m next
so hard my d-ck hits her neck
not clingy so i don’t need a florist
so savage, i skipped the chorus
so clean like chuck norris
pour some porridge
your life is fake like counterfeit
keep it real when i spit
so much my room is wet
looks like i popped a percocet
shut up hoe, you on vicodin
should end my life
i do have a knife
but no wife, that is a sign
n-body loves me, that’s alright
no b-tch wants me too smash cause i’m so white
get the head when they dead in the middle of the night
man it’s hard to go hard as sh-t
all they say is “you need jesus”
f-xk you, whos going too lead us
some f-g wearing loose adidas
anton’s the real motherf-xker who freed us
your candidate’s deed’s bust
“be with her” b-tch i can’t
she’s two faced like harvey dent
look, her chance came and went
good thing, she would have been worthless, check

there’s really nothing too it
losers, they gonna abuse it
our taxes they gonna juice it
all you eat is produce
praying to the voodos
with boo boo’s
been watchin blues clues
in the end you f-xking lose
cause it’s dangerous like a brown recluse
but know what, i’ll be the saver
but first i gotta get that paper
you know i have been f-xkin with the regulators
i can f-xking rap old school, new school
don’t give f-xk if it’s not cool
don’t give a f-xk what you listen too
gotta get away from society
like tech we won’t go quietly
cause we are building a dynasty
yuh!

it’s so hard to be ugly man, but it’s easy to be uglier, that’s what i think
yeah, let’s go b-tch!

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