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physics boys - get his ass! lyrics

okay
it’s time, 480
hit yo track, hit yo block
in my city, it get’s hot
i’m gon’ hit this milly rock
i’m gon’ break into your house
imma steal your momma’s jewels
imma punch yo daddy mouth
imma take away your jul, ayy

b+tch, i’m the p.t.a.,
and i just made brownies where i’m eating at, ayy
you ain’t gotta worry, these ain’t got no weed
you ain’t gotta worry, these is gluten+free
beg yo pardon, you don’t run with me
but isn’t that your girl who in love with me
feel like standing clouds in your chimney
happy hanukkah, i’m your enemy

boy, what you sayin’
run so fast, you’re flamin’
thought you’re jumping at the bih
now get the grave you lay in
i’m as smooth as lightening
fast as b+tter sliding
talk like that, he’s frightening
you think you did the right thing
don’t forget
if you want gold, this is it
if it’s chimpin’, i’m the master
boy revive me, ray+gun blaster
yes, i suck at zombies
but, i still got luck with mommies
‘course i’m stannin’ loona
your girl smell like tuna

ooh, do you hear that
boy, stop talkin’ like ya all that
we be runnin’ you off with the mad lads
why you lookin’ so down, why you so sad
ooh, do you feel that
boys taking over, ’cause we so bad
yea, we runnin’ it over with the big men
yea, we followin’ the plan
do you understand, come again
lately, i admit it’s become a little warm for my tastes
like the human race won’t look a true thing inside
you’re a waste of a man, why you lookin’ so short
can you give me some directions, uhh
can you answer few questions, uhh
like, why you in my mentions
get your short ass out of here
you’re gonna make me catch your disease b+tch, it’s my only fear

course up in this fast, like i fish and catch
bass pro shops hat, he ain’t hittin’ that
[?], while you do it with the mac n’ cap
always runnin’ your mouth, you should be runnin’ laps
your [?]
didn’t know you was the ceo of tiny d+ck
always lookin’ like ya momma puts together your fits
get your stuff a haircut, boy you makin’ me sick

uhh, my tummy got me sippin’ all this pepto bismol
missed calls from your girl’s iphone
i’m a busy man, guess i never heard it ring
and you a simp boy, we all know that that’s your thing
ayy, get me a mcchicken
mayo and lettuce, boy that thing be hittin’
me and the boys in the drive+through, we whippin’
you’re the [?] boy, you don’t fit in

ooh, do you hear that
boy, stop talkin’ like ya all that
ooh, do you hear that
boy, stop talkin’ like ya all that
ooh, do you hear that
boy, stop talkin’ like ya all that
ooh, do you hear that
boy, stop talkin’ like ya all that

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