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seuss the raspcallion - 802 (yung norman bates) lyrics

[verse 1: seuss the rapscallion]
rap game, b-tch i’m stackin’ the deck
now i got the upper hand and i’ll be cashin’ out the checks
you should really tell your girl to quit the kissin’ on my neck
’cause i’ll deny her twenty times, but twenty-one we’re havin s-x
yeah, i know that i’m a d-ck, but sh-t, my life is never boring
mcchicken on gabe while he’s sleeping, eat it in the morning
dan is slippin to his room with a lady that he fancies
wakin up at 3 am to do the old king clancy
“hercules, hercules!”
so professor, have you ever seen nuts like these?
what a load to swallow, sh-t it’s lookin’ like a tough pill
b-tch i did my time, i know how the f-ck a loss feels
you ain’t on the come up, the c-m is up on you
good luck finding a sl-t who thinks that f-ck boys are cute
take a lesson from my lyrics, learn ’em, let ’em school ya
i’m the second living reincarnate george barnes, jr
“nananananana tellin jokes and i’m the bat” flow
dear diary, she’s a princess, i’mma k!ll the cat though
greet you at the door, you turn your back, i strike a match, hoe
f-ck a shirt, what i need these skinny pants and vans fo’?

[interlude: seuss the rapscallion]
get it?
yuh
danny’s a b-tch
word

[verse 2: seuss the rapscallion]
yung norman bates, motherf-cker, i’m a psycho
k!ller for a limited time, i got the a rifle
vanish ‘fore they catch me, layin low around the eiffel
come back with the four-five, shootin’ like i’m michael
jackson, b-tch, the king of pop, but only if there’s liquor in it
tyson ’cause she ’bout the ring and always wanna eat my children
bay can shoot our music videos, we’ll blow up if he’s filmin’
hall and vick together, k!ll you and your dogs ’cause i’m a villain
this is what i chose, go on and paint me as one
it’s too early for this sh-t, i keep my third finger up
before the night is over i’ll have five around a cup
six shots like a revolver, 7-up with zero f-cks
roulette with the russians, what’s the chance that you’re a winner
treat this vodka like it’s water, close your eyes and pull the trigger
white girl wasted, meltin’ down like it’s chern0byl
drunk texts ’bout s-x, but her phone is virgin mobile
playin’ pong with?
orange juice, lightweight
half handle of kraken as a pregame makes the night great
pullin’ b-tches isn’t quite as tricky as it used to be
h-lla thirsty hoes like, “didn’t you open for hoodie?”

[interlude: seuss the rapscallion]
this has been the longest day of my life
f-ck this

[verse 3: seuss the rapscallion]
ten thousand hours rappin’ to become a master
spit a little quicker, gettin’ there a little faster
five years, fourty hours weekly, that’s the working cl-ss
livin’ in an era where the pros think that they’re bad -ss
f-ck old school, we aim for greasers
james dean, shootin’ up your all black t-shirt
“lord, save me a room across from pac,” is what i’m prayin’
here’s to hopin’ h-ll is golden, that’s where this outsider’s stayin’

- seuss the raspcallion lyrics

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