skeezwab mob - pt. 2 lyrics
[verse 1: $aulbada$$]
yeah naader little b+tch
with that cancer c+ck itch
raping little kids in his motherf+ckin bas+m+nt
yeah we going in hard but this is just the start
beaner badman on the track
looking like a shart
alright now we changin’ up the flow
don’t ya know
skeezwab be white as snow
for sleaze b+lls that’s such a blow
but we out here making mow based bops
can barely afford a f+ckin cake pop
yet despite it all we still on top
and if try to talk that sh+t
we’ll hack you up bit by bit
call that tit for tit
alright time to take it up a peg
by passin’ it to my papa schmeg
so he can rip it up yet again
[verse 2: papi schmeg]
papi schmeg on the beat boutta rip it up
see a hobo in da street boutta d+ck him up
i was clapping his cheeks said his name was chuck
opps see me and say shucks
slapping a b+tch like a bass in funk
put her body in my trunk
war going down i don’t give a f+ck
tummy aching so i go to clucking bell
i’m thirsty so i start pumping gas at the sh+ll
i think that chick has a d+ck but nowadays it’s hard to tell
one clue is the hairy armpits
fat b+tches should just get fit
just a teenage boy but im lit
making fire songs and popping zits
say you got stacks but i doubt it
real thug sh+t you ain’t about it
other mcs sound like cow sh+t
papi schmeg the name you better shout it
[verse 3: opdavi1]
rap 47 it dropped
then schizo it flopped
i’ve been in the studio thinkin bout what we can do next
man, this songs a bop
i don’t even think we need a next verse
i’ve been typing this sh+t i’m a textpert
bending her back over make her neck hurt
when i see your auntie imma deck her
wanna rollie on my wrist imma hit the reverse
b+tches say “d+mn” like they motherf+ckin’ beavers
talkin’ to a girl, you remind me of my bimmer
skeezwab mob the best in the f+cking universe like
i just slapped a dyk+
ride away on my trike
to the chuck+e+cheese where imma suffer a bite of
87 b+tches on my d+ck, okay
you don’t wanna flip my switch, okay
made this song total of one day, okay
you need to clean yourself up, olay
i don’t think im ever gonna find love
girl a couple lines ago broke up
sh+t only lasted 11 bars
imma buy 11 cars i’m a russian czar
gonna play 11 l!cks on one of my guitars
stuntin on these hoes like im motherf+ckin kars
we goin up gonna make it to mars
we the mob always going so hard
[outro: opdavi1]
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