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john liquor - john(freestyle) lyrics

i’m in love with iggy azalea, f-ck nicki minaj
if this was the big bang theory, she would play raj
take a hike, go on the hajj
you might be a t-tan, but i’m a dodge
man, f-ck the world until that b-tch gets aids
she’s got a ponytail, but i like her with a braid
i’m an unsigned rapper, so i don’t get paid
i’m an ugly -ss virgin, so i don’t get laid
you don’t know me, but i feel like we’re homies
so get on your knees and blow me
i’m bringing back lyrics so sulfuric
they’ll burn not only your skin but your spirit
you’ll get your feelings hurt, even if you didn’t hear it
i’m gonna beat up everyone in odd future
and leave all 32 of them in suitures, i’m a lyrical shooter
this is a hybrid theory, i wanna f-ck siri
her story’s very “touching”
the kind that leaves you both teary and weary
i’m very violent, you can’t get me silent
silent hill or silent night, i’m jerking off tonight
i don’t have a crush-i’m jerking off to night
i’m done, never again, girls have terrible taste in men
but i have good taste in girls, i like good tasting girls
i love to freestyle and i keep getting better
my mixtape can get her p-ssy wetter
this sh-t bangs like a beretta
oops! i did it again, britney, i wanna be more than just friends
i wanna stick it in your rear end
john’s in the house, so shut your mouth as i pull my d-ck out
let’s f-ck, suck, and swallow, too, i’m sick
you would’ve thought i had the flu
tha carter was the best, calista saw me looking at her br–sts
“i don’t mean to stare at your chest
but i love your bulletproof vest!”
i don’t wanna stay, the teacher must be in love with me, i’m there after school every f-cking day!
f-ck you, aaliyah schaffer, f-ck you, aaliyah schaffer
i wanna f-ck you, aaliyah schaffer and stick your oozing little p-ssy in my mouth
i’m gonna make you j-zz until you p-ss out
girl, i’m the sh-t, i’m gonna pop your p-ssy like a zit
if you don’t know, this is a motherf-cking dope rhyme
i came twice this morning, to big booty p-rn both times
that sh-t’s as addictive as c-ke lines
this isn’t a guess, it’s a bongo
they’re hungry for more, they must’ve been to the congo
this is more than just a song, yo
a zenith, not a sanyo, i’ll give you mono
the kissing disease, freeze! get on your knees
and suck my c-ck! it’s pr-nounced iraq, not ” i rock”
but i rock and i rap like 2pac
it’s just me against the world, baby
i ate too many chicken nuggets, i think i’m gonna hurl, baby
pull up to the club on forgiatos
agnostic christianity’s my motto
i’m confident like demi lovato
a dreamchaser like meek mill, but i didn’t win the lotto
i heard money can ruin your life
buggattis in the garage, fine -ss wife
every day counting cash, rolling dice
f-ck that, i’d rather use food stamps just to buy a box of rice
but they said we were doing too well to be poor
i guess it’s just a hunger for more
this won’t cut it, cut it, cut it
that d-ck is way too long, you need to cut it!
that c-ke is way too strong, you need to cut it!
i never sold c-ke, i never sold pepsi
at the gas station, where they’re too peppy
wearing a sweater vest, you’re too preppy
it’s a wonderful life, but it’s really not, it turns out i’m a robot
sleeping on a cot, jerking off into a cup of mott’s
freshly squeezed apple sauce, i’m a boss like rick ross
and meek milli, pippin’ wheelies while ridin’ through philly
i’m a real one, kweli, i’m gonna steal one, really, really, really
i’m gonna make me a milli, billi, trilli
have everyone who doubted me looking silly
everybody wants to blame me, frame me, and shame me
for sh-t i didn’t do
i’m not gonna shoot you, i’ll stick the bullets right into you
what are you finna do?
oh, you wanna argue, dude?
i feel like nasty nas performing “live at the barbecue”
you know you’re cool when the dogs bark at you
dmx and snoop d-o-double-g
girl, i need some company, are you f-cking me?
i don’t mind if you don’t, i just wanna know in advance
if i should bring an extra pair of pants or an extra pair of hands
godd-mn! i’m motivated like jeezy, dedicated like weezy
white people are guests in the house of hip hop, i’m about to get it renovated
mad skills, i have already demonstrated
i never had money, so i went and made it
i’m so d-mn fly and these motherf-ckers hate it, rate it
0 to a million, i’m making a killing, chief keef, making a drilling
in the days of our lives, all these rappers are all my children
i’m chillin’
i got my swag back, xxl, i got my mag back
i’m a nonsense rapper, gnicka pleh haluna, i’m the big kahuna
and it couldn’t happen sooner
generation y, f-ck a baby boomer
back in my day, nah, this is my week
winning freak on a winning streak, i’m a nerd, i’m a geek
i’m a dreamchaser like meek
i’m a fan of 8 mile, not wild style
why did aaliyah not pick me over kyle?
i’m hardened, all that motherf-cker does is smile, he’s vile
he makes me wanna yak, watch what you say behind my back
or to my face, you thought you could escape
but you’re just running in place, i wanna get a case
and c-m on tove lo’s face, i finish fast like i’m winning a race
twerk that -ss so fast, sweat c-ms out ya pores
moan for me like katy perry, i wanna hear you roar
so loud, it shakes the place, i’m gonna c-m on your face
you’d probably run a s-m-n sample just to have a taste
i wanna creep and sleep and go deep and freak
on the freakin’ weekend with a girl who’s puerto rican
i like tall girls, small girls, call girls, spring girls, fall girls
and summer girls with a cute face, fat -ss, and big t-ts
im gonna pop that p-ssy like a zit, with cream, too
she’s a freaky animal, but not an emu
romeo and juliet? nah, a girl named aaliyah
i get a b-n-r when i see ya
i’m addicted to that -ss like a drug from colombia
i don’t know if i have the right accent
i nailed it, but i’m pretty sure i haven’t
i’m pretty sure i was called weird by that motherf-cker gavin
kuntz? nah, c-nts, it’s what he wants
and all i want is kiomara, we’re getting married tomorrow
i love her bush, just ask george
ms. clinton’s great with foreign affairs, just ask wh-r-s
(like melania)
this mixtape is a movie, it’s gonna drop like a booty
pop like a booty, be hot like a booty, but it’s not like a booty
it’s bigger and more complex
some tapes are simpler than mom on mom s-x
don’t ask me how i do it, i can’t remember
and when it comes to wu-tang, i wish i was a member
my flows are cold like december
i’m on the basketball court, shooting free throws with 3 hoes
steph curry’s about to get sh-t on
rap is something i will never quit on
molly is a drug i’m afraid to hit on
but i think about her wet and naked
if you wanna do p-rn, then let’s make it
if you wanna twerk, then shake it
no girls know me or wanna blow me
you remind me of something, you gotta show me
shout out to kid ink, a real l.a. homie
i wanna f-ck demi in a hemi while she’s drunk off henny and remy, i’m gonna be famous
and squirt c-m on kylie jenner’s -n-s, i’m shameless
and i don’t give a f-ck what your name is
unless it’s that sarah hyland sl-t
we could start a modern family and watch the number of kids start pilin’ up
f-ck everything except for money, rap, and magazines
especially barely legal ones with sticky teens
these are my sticky dreams
like the one where haley wanted to swallow my cream
not as big as wanting a black man and white man on the same team, but she is a dream like marissa kraemer
i’m gonna get her pregnant in business c-m-munications and blame her, murder her p-ssy and frame her
cute girl with blonde hair and a fat -ss
we’re taking an oral exam in math cl-ss
kissa’s short, sweet, and stacked
i wanna throw dough on her t-ts like a pizza rack
i love your -ss in shorts, leggings, and jeans
d-mn, she’s a queen
i’m so trippy, i stumble over my own feet
i don’t produce, i would mumble over my own beats
i’m a rapper, comedian, and actor
not a rich rapper or b-tch slapper
i’m a d-ck jacker, mick jagger
that’s my middle name
i ain’t got no ceilings in this b-tch, call me lil wayne
my tape is a movie, but it’s a doc-mentary, lil game
my haters are my motivators, this tapes coming out later
i’m getting tatted up, monster ink like i’m sully and i’m a savage on the mic(get it? sully and mike?)
i might just whoop your -ss into a cast
i bless with my autograph
no one f-cks with my liquor gang staff
dj millz, josh miller, feminem, plus me? trust me
you don’t want beef, even if you’re not a vegetarian
don’t think i’m done just cuz the credits started rolling
when i was two, i broke my leg bowling, i’m doling
whatever that means, i do it
she’s got a big, brown booty, and i wanna screw it

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