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softpest - sick 2 lyrics

[verse 1 + softpest]
i told a b+tch
im not no b+tch
nor im a bad person
i gotta run
need a deposit
cause my pockets bursting
they see me popping
they say pest
“i really love you oh and
i got your face
stuck on my walls
stuck up with pins no bowling
yeah they really said that sh+t
im an mc driller
with a 10/10 b+tch
and ill f+ck yo wife
with my 10/10 d+ck
shut the f+ck up hoe
your vocals rlly make me sick
[verse 2 + yfc]
i got cuts up on my feet
cause ive been working really hard
and god knows nothing comes for free
and i might need a condom
cause i just be f+cking all these beats
cause im a sick sick b+tch
with some ten ten meat
ay softpest called and said i really need a feature
but my feet hurt
and i think a feature really isnt me
i dont have it in me
im a f+cking ghost
and im a freak
and im ten ten b+tch
and my name is yfc

[verse 3 + softpest]
d+mn, i’m feeling h+lla sick (b+tch)
in a sports car
riding 90 in a 26 (that sh+t not even real)
and i pull this sh+t off of the dome
thats a lie, but you couldn’t tell
with that tiny ass chrome
and you short as a b
you a tiny ass gnome
(sorry)
i apologise, that was just wrong
i apologise, this is a silly ahh song
biddy baddie bidillie daddy badong
[verse 4 + seamoretheseal]
how many snails does it take to fix a lightbulb?
none!
go get a new lightbulb
buy a walrus
save a lightbulb
they think im nice until i get my gun
(cheechee boom, boom boom, boom boom)
im so evil scaring everyone
(ahhhhh!)

[verse 5 + softpest]
softpest on the microphone
i do this sh+t
the same way i play on the xylophone (so d+mn smooth)
you is weaker than a sword
made out of styrofoam
you b+tches boring as h+ll
you b+tches monotone
you b+tches talkin out of order
hit your funny bone
say i hurt you
i think thats overblown
you see im saying all this sh+t
over the megaphone
whilst im jerkin
to twerkin
b+tches up on my iphone
(thas a joke for the most part)
[verse 6 + softpest]
wait wait
i just ate this up
i cleaned the plate plate
ima be on top
at this rate rate
and you’d prolly stay a b+tch
thas yo fate
f+ck what a hoe say
p+ssy b+tches go away way
let them p+ssy ahh b+tches decay cay
interlocked with the gang, like crochet chet
and for another day, i hope you stay
and im cooking up a crate
p+ssy, this was just the taste

- softpest lyrics

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