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ororo mohawk - ¥ung gohan lyrics

flamethrower rapper
vomiting death, spitting venom
discombobulate, destroy you like delirium tremens
i’m an impeccably dressed canadian wearing all denim2
john cena with straight as, grade grubbing– you can’t c me!
elemental -ssault like a team full of evees
i’m from johto, hoe3, & the ill-advised three4, b
coming for your spot the way the internet k!lled tv
c-mshots in her dorm room so my kids can go to college
smokin all this weed i’m learnin new types of knowledge5
rap game george foreman
keep ya face out my grill
you cleanin aisle seven while i’m stealin out the ‘till
dactyls6 and high heels
i got a foot fetish
mind of a hotdog cause my thoughts you relish
sending shivers up your spine right through to your fingers
the rhymes from my mind are lyrical cunnilingus! (girl moaning)

i don’t count bands, i’m forced to count ropes
ballin so hard call me rap game leslie knope
now i’m nasty nash, cause i snipe
park my lambo in the kitchen when i’m eatin out ya wife
i’ll take it as a payment if you come and p-ss a beer
suckas they be saying they can handle alexander weir?
i’m kool moe dee, you busy bee
stutterin like dimitri with them b-batteries
and yes mine nuncle retreats to his bungalow
leavin by the ceiling cause i live in a jungle, yo!

i once won a colouring contest at age nineteen
at first they said i couldn’t
so i screamed, ‘what do you mean!?’
i’m better than that six year old
four & five too
and don’t compare me to the toddler who’s only f-cking two!
they peeped at our sheets and said, ‘hey, he’s got a point.’
and that’s how i won a kid’s meal at a local breakfast joint

who the f-ck this young gohan, dealing scary amounts of damage?
the ninety-five baby with extraordinary talent?
i’ll give you a hint: the name rhymes with fear!
explosions of emotion recollected in tears!
cruisin down range street to get my d-ck sucked
i’m in a breakaway position motherf-cker, p-ss the puck [sauce!]
sending d-ck pics to my mistress
when i’m sposedto coach soccer
i never pay attention i’ve got a disappointed daughter
rap game pat kane
i got them soft hands
pumpin at ya p-ssy like i’m tossin up a saucepan15
work my tongue like a drum
fl!ckin it this way and that
murkin you middlemen
my mouth’s a motherf-ckin mac

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