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masters of cock - cum on illiterate lyrics

[verse 1: mccrazy]
yo, illiterate, you’re a piece of sh-t
you spit rhymes like an old man’s floppy d-ck
illiterate, you’re a big disgrace
i’m gonna spray my paste all over your dumb -ss face
i hope you like the taste because it’s going in your mouth
and only girls get the goods when they suck me down south
you can’t handle these raps, they are not for the queasy
only players make rap look so f-cking easy
they call me mccrazy, when i hit the track
cuz they know i got b-lls in this big -ss sack
b-tches they flock to me when i say the name
i’m on a different level you can’t play this game
who? they never get p-ssy, you just need to quit
we are the masters of c-ck and that’s legit

[hook: all]
we get girls with that big round tushie
watson can’t even get some chapped -ss p-ssy

[verse 2: matt pen]
yo, the name’s matt pen
you can call me jeffery cuz i’m eatin…
they call me the master of rape
all i need is some rope and some tape
yeah…
you’re about to get destroyed harder than my erection
that i got from staring at my reflection
i’m surprised i don’t get an infection
ill cut you up b-tch, like a c-section
i’ll cut your -ss off and use it as a s-x toy
b-tches say my sauce is salty like soy
nipples so hard they’ll cut through diamonds
nipples so hard they’ll pop your hymen
rosie laughs like a b-tch
and it sounds like he is sucking d-ck
i’m trying to take a sh-t
i just don’t really know what to make of it
illiterate just took it
you feel the game? well i just shook it
take your heart out of your chest and then i’ll cook it
i’m not crazy b-tch i just look it

[verse 3: crazy crave]
crazy crav on the mic
next level up
i’m sawyer like
spittin out these raps like my hair spits out fire
eat your -ss, and i ain’t no liar
i beat my meat like my dad beats my mom
come along son and let me feel your palm
i’ll let you go down south and suck my dong
what? tell me is something wrong?
i’ll tell you little twit, i’ll suck on your t-ts
don’t mouth off or i’ll teach you with my fists
this rap goes out to all you crazy b-st-rds
that’s right, we’re the c-ck masters
something about nesquick i’ve got a big d-ck
pick me, wow, that was quick
i’m already done
check out my c-m
i’ll put it in your pit
they call you illiterate?
you ain’t nothing but some little chicks
with small t-ts
eat small crates
shoot, it’s time to roll
but not before i pound your mom’s pole

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