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mr 8 legz - d.m. lyrics

[intro]
man, i’m f+ckin’ sick as f+ck of just being like this. i don’t even wanna f+ckin’ do this sh+t man. i mean f+ck it though, i got nothing else going on. why the f+ck not? yeah!

[verse 1: mr 8 legz]
look here motherf+cker! think i won’t come to your doorstep
with the simple intention of ripping out your t++th with forceps
complete with torches, can’t sleep with corpses real deep in the forest
yo you figured by now that i f+ckin’ ignore it
no i’m mad mad petty and unsafe for all for it
not this silly little beef on instagram
and on your street you can get these hands yo
look at you talkin’ all that tough guy sh+t
p+ssy, punk b+tch, weak+ass c+nt, lame ass, lookin’ f+ckboy
b+tch you got a motorcycle, now you ain’t a busboy
riddled in their jacket and you think it can be touched boy
likе what boy? mad as f+ck i made you check my f+cktoy
let mе repeat that, i f+cked your girl before you even could
how sad is that you fat f+ggot? yeah
and now you in my inbox like a big madman, what the f+ck is that?
got my address right? where the f+ck you at
bro i’m always outside you can bring your dad
and all your little b+ttf+ckin’ biker buddies in a bag
all you ver+ver+very rough guys gettin’ slapped
man f+ckin’ need to dial it back before i crack and snap
and start a séance with sh+t that you showed the cops
with your p+ssy ass (you f+ckin’ b+tch!)
i don’t even want to be that godd+mn person
fact i’m responding rarely makes you think that you worth it
defeats the purpose, just do me a favor, go drink detergent
stay the f+ck out my dms you weak and worthless
piece of vermin ‘fore your mom gets to meet the police chief
and get a peep beneath the curtain
f+ck i don’t know who told you
that it was a good idea to mess with me
it’s like what i f+ckin’ know you
shut your mouth little b+tch! want to go and mess with me
well look this is just how it goes
and this thick d+ck that your chick wanna blow
already read that you sick of my sh+t
you’re a f+ckin’ idiot and i know that you slow
you a p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy (what was that?)
p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy
holler back! p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy, p+ssy
oh yeah! you for sure one of them now step back and like a little b+tch stay the f+ck out my dms
p+ssy!
[outro]
yo this sh+t’s f+ckin’ great dawg. how’d you like that hickey i sent her to work with dawg? how’d you like that baby i put in here? how’d you like how you showed up at your house and i’m sittin’ on your couch smiling at you? how’d you like how you didn’t do a f+ckin’ thing? you f+ckin’ sissy little b+tch motherf+cker don’t act hard, you nerdy fat f+ckin’ f+ckin’ f+ggot. f+ck you dawg! you know my address. don’t show up while i’m asleep! show the f+ck up when i’m awake. i was at your house in your yard and you couldn’t do a f+ckin’ thing! quit actin’ hard you f+ckin’ p+ssy! i apologize by the way. this album is all over the f+ckin’ place

- mr 8 legz lyrics

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