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mike david - be mean with me lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1]
i’m a sociopath and -ssociated with a teen girl that works at outback, a so-so show, and a p-ssion to crash a nissan pathfinder through the gl-ss of a baskin roberts establishment
somebody p-ss my dad over here, i wanna kiss him, i’m adamant, i’m a f-ggot, i wanna drink his jizzum
you hear dad huff “blow” me and my pops in finland in some bathtub with ron funches’ illegitimate children
ya right, i’m shaming the fat shaming, datin’ waynes mother i’m the father of black children, that villain that jezebel was talking about, i’d let you meet my son but there’s a f-cking gun in his mouth! (wow…)
you got me all backward, my back hurts from black-nerds, a packer of bad words. they shoot a pack at the rap-world
seen here face, then make her father a black girl
(i’m so racist!)
i’ll make you beg for it, plead for it until you feel like you need for it, the green h-rnet of everything that’s ever been deemed for it, a bit of a paula deen supporter. supportive in a short of a cl-ssic a-hole, smashing -ssorted ornaments coming out of my cave-hole in court with an oriental arguing over an eggroll singing ching-chang-chong ’til i make your f-cking eyes roll

[hook]
come be mean with me, come on you wanna blow steam with me, don’t be a f-cking f-ggot just sing with me, hurt feelings with me, and if they’ve got a f-cking problem bout it, we can tell them all to go die
come be mean with me, come on you wanna blow steam with me, don’t be a f-cking f-ggot just sing with me, hurt feelings with me, and if they’ve got a f-cking problem bout it, we can tell them all to go die

[verse 2]
i’m involved in a gang, i’m a real bad man and i hate girls wth bangs, smell a bit just for the f-cking h-ll of it cause the smell of the cl-t is like an elephant covered in c-m and spit
had moments of past potions & romances, bad bows smashed hopes and broken ribs, dells c0ke, and blunt smoke and poker chips, crack hold of her purse i’m f-cking gone with it

[verse 3]
come be mean with me
i ain’t got a problem with cosby, he called me last week cause he wanted to meet me, he loves me being me so he poured me a drink-drink and swore to me he’d film a p-rn of my pee-pee (he needs me!) put your boogers back in your nose, i break bones of anyone who’s shopping at coles, i hate gnomes and anybody who’s bopping at knowles, i date hoes but only the seventeen year olds (oh!)
and what’s this f-cking crisis with isis
i might be righteous but they all just seem like the nicest
invite him in, probably inspired my inner knifing, and i’m in his wife aspiring, cause i just like a bit of old fun

[verse 4]
i want to f-ck around with your kid
slit both of his wrists while buddy here sucks on his d-ck, he’s a big black man who barely says any words, he’s a nasty mother f-cker that i met in the ‘burbs (nerds) and never f-cking mind the blind side, he’s all mine, i’m the one who found him alongside the rolled over pick-up, he’s inside of my truck, this is a roots situation, i pretend he’s quest love (da-na-na-na-na) she got a booty like a cadillac i wanna drive my friend right into a pond. i got a grandma who is dead and gone, she’s getting eaten by the bugs in the ground (my grandma’s burning in h-ll) how the f-ck am i supposed to stay positive, waking up every night thinking about what those gnarly robbers did, this ain’t some austin powers sh-t, (oh my god the power’s flipped) went & turned on the shower, sh-t my mom is dead her throat is slit! mailbox filled with f-cking notices, the potus is a monkey and hopefully no-one notices, you know what this is, put poison in your coca-cola soda, put on your coats you c0ke addicts, don’t you know how cold it is?

[outro]
smell the natural orange, lemonade and cherry flavor in kelloggs’ fruit loops! (most tubular!) amost delicious part of this complete breakfast-

- mike david lyrics

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