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rappy mcrapperson - 64 bars lyrics

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i wake and put on my make up
and pick up a baby and give it a shake up
a minute of time lemme take up – spitting these raps
lady gadiva. with lively saliva

ill hug you hold and a squeeze you el mira
higher than piles of tires on firs
a martian into arson. on a magic carpet
park it. at the market. barking, in the dark marching

so ghostly, rep the left coasties
so wet and toasty. cut off my coat sleeves
stayin low key, paying fat girls to choke me
strap on and poke me- the b-ttholes are soapy

im down with crips im cool with the bloods
i pull prison stints slangin d-ck to the thugs
got plenty of drugs feeling funny like doug
i open that cabinets got 64 mugs

bars bars 64 bars
a big -ss garage holds 64 cars
statues of me watched by 64 guards
my monster ding dongs 64 inches hard

ill bake you a cake 64 cups of lard
then beet up your face give you 64 scars
64 st-tches for 64 b-tches
testing your game its got 64 glitches

jump in ivy and get 64 itches
while your digging ditches im sipping on citrus
as the the lord is my witness..my ding dongs the thickest
open the coup its 64 chickens

just l!ck it. meth and extacy
in to dudes into wresting/
ease up. lets grease up
tilt that big b-tt. up

dont wipe it, lets b-tt f-ck in the muck
l!ck the fun cup
-n-s prolapsed i fill it with tucks
ill suck a dog d-ck for a thousand bucks-

i suck at rap, my flow is garbage
i won’t quit my day job hoeing by the harbor
you suck at rap even worse than me
you have disgraced your family

so k!ll yourself —jump of a bridge
go to the grocery and choke on the figs
your d-ck is sh-t— my d-ck is big
i shave my p-b-s and wearem as a wig

im a no limit soldier—– smoking on folders
your d-ck is like skully. my d-ck is like moulder
im older, just turned 18 least week
a legal adult breaking laws when i speak

making sqauks when i pee.— crying when i poo
married to jennifer tilly i do?
divorced her, she got the porshe
i swim with the dolphins with the dorsels

so courjel eating morsels shake your torso-
till your 4 toes forgo where the floor goes
even more so. till your pores explode on these mortals
hears a quarts

call em forever forevor
played on repeat in the gates of heaven
i suck d-cks the best, you suck d-cks the worst
i make these jerks come up fat suirts on my shirt

you make dude d-cks hurt, you use your t–th
you suck at bjs and you smell like a queef
your b-tt smells like beef. salute the chief
no peace till i’m deceased smoking weed with jesus

it pleases the lord. please make me a spirit
a reverend, transparent, a ghost in heaven
i see the light jesus christ
and walk into the vortex of afterlife

- rappy mcrapperson lyrics

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