
juju cartoons - mf girder lyrics
[intro: bender the butcher]
(bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder)
(+muh’f+ckin’ girder)
[chorus: bender the butcher]
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
[verse 1: bender the butcher]
wh+wh+where the p+ssy boy? i’m about to commit murder
hit ’em with a toaster that the boy never heard of
combo him with fry, like a muh’f+ckin’ burger
concentrate, then send him to the camp like the führer
bullets on point, like a muh’f+ckin’ cursor
leave the boy flat, then i shoot up the observers
i’m gon’ take your b+tch, then i’ll turn her to a worker
then i gotta sprint, goin’ over like the merger
the boys all fake, like a mannequin
i want static like i’m flippin’ through the channels and
when i send shots, best believe they will be damagin’
got me walkin’ on these stars, i must be anakin
never see defeat, got ’em lost, now they panickin’
flow so greedy, leave them hungry like a famine and
your girl call me cutie, like a muh’f+ckin’ mandarin
she just wants to chief my staff like i’m commander+in (+mander+in)
[chorus: bender the butcher]
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
[verse 2: bender the butcher]
bender leave his hands around her neck like a choker
tell her, “give me face”, i’m not talkin’ bout poker
said we need a break, but i’m never stayin’ sober
shooters like faze, my temperr gonna scope ‘ya
need some d+mn b+tter, cuz’ my bread be f+ckin’ long
keep a pack of rubbers, where that b+tch amy wong?
oh, that b+tch a runner, got the b+tch singin’ songs
it’s the way i spun her cheeks, clappin’ ping+pong
b+tch, try me, i got some weapons
you know i love makin’ a entrance
outfit on colgate, it stay on freshness
uzi so long, it came with extensions
this ain’t columbine, but i come with trenches
came over here to sell all your wenches
goat on my tee, b+tch, i’m steady flexin’
.40 on my waist, dude, i’m so reckless
.40 on my waist, i’ll send you to heaven
i’ll crush your skull like i’m eleven
bendin’ these b+tches is my profession
make your girl wet from my expression
got on one knee, just to keep her guessin’
told her, “keep us at our own discretion”
then i clap cheeks for 60 seconds
didn’t text back, now she’s in depression
[chorus: bender the butcher]
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
bender leave ’em bent, like a muh’f+ckin’ girder
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