spencer bynum - cocknballtorture (extended mix) lyrics
[intro: bruhmanegod & lil darkie]
ah! (i hate it but i can’t control myself)
ah, you b+tch!
(i hate it but i can’t control myself)
let’s have a moment of silence for everyone with a small d+ck
(i hate it but i can’t control myself)
(aaaaaaaah!)
(делит на бите, сука)
(i hate it but i can’t control myself)
me and my friends don’t have that problem
(i hate it but i can’t control myself)
(stop lookin’ at my d+ck)
(i hate it but i can’t control myself)
(i hate it but i can’t control myself)
1, 2… (agh)
1, 2, 3, 4
[verse 1: bruhmanegod]
my d+ck is a bone, what you know about it? (yeah)
hit it with a stick or a stone ’til it’s foam out it
clench it with your t++th, i’m in so much motherf+ckin’ pain (ah)
cut my f+ckin’ toes off, this sh+t got me bustin’ brains (ah, ah)
i don’t have no f+ckin’ shame
kick me in my t+st+cl+s until i cannot procreate
[bridge: bruhmanegod & jasiah]
d+cks off, d+cks off, d+cks off, ah (turn it up right now, i don’t even give a f+ck)
d+cks off, d+cks off, d+cks off
[verse 2: jasiah]
put my d+ck inside, gon’ break your f+ckin’ ribs, huh
flaccid d+ck inside your throat, feel like a jigsaw (like a jigsaw)
vomit on my d+ck, think i’m too p+ssed off
don’t touch on my t+st+cl+s, grip it (grip it)
stick a needle in my d+ck tip (ouch)
treat these b+tches like a [?] (f+ck)
suck my d+ck until it twitchin’ (f+ck, f+ck)
ripstik, b+tch, twist it (twist)
chew it up, popeyes biscuit (yeah)
bend over, put my fist in (ha)
bend over, put my fist in (yeah, yeah)
[interlude: cxrpse]
n+gga, what the f+ck?
oh, sh+t, where’d the beat go, n+gga?
[verse 3: cxrpse]
d+ck is up, now it’s gettin’ stuck
b+tch, i’m feelin’ sus
i hate haitian babies
i’m jamaican, b+tch, what’s up?
i was in the cell in haiti
cut off my d+ck, i’m a lady (f+ck)
gorilla grip my d+ck
bite it off, n+gga, don’t spit (please)
ah, what the f+ck?
ah, what the f+ck?
[verse 4: lil darkie]
you give her money to laugh at your d+ck, huh?
’cause she thinks it’s funny? it looks like a kid’s
told that b+tch to crush my nut sack until i f+ckin’ jizz
i don’t even want my nuts back
i don’t wanna have no kids (f+ck, f+ck, f+ck, f+ck)
f+cking drumstick
i cum when i get cussed at
he nutted, i might bust back
covered in his cum (uh, uh, uh, uh)
my d+ck, i should never have tried this
should not have let her bite this, there’s blood inside my bum, uh
(1, 2… 1, 2, 3, 4)
[chorus: lil darkie]
i might rip your face off your skull lil’ n+gga (agh)
it ain’t sh+t to get you f+cked up
if he actin’ like a female
so he bail, not i
and if i see you in the street, well go fade b+tch, waddup
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
the sky’s closin’ up (yeah, that’s what i say)
f+ck you and f+ck everyone you love
you get stomped out by a whole crew
finna stomp you, take that n+gga
hit you in the face, that n+gga
i just got a face tat, n+gga
bet you can’t evade that, n+gga
are you gonna fight back, n+gga?
why you gotta say that, n+gga?
i see your family, leave ’em in dirt
i’ll put your homie in front of my shirt
i keep on top of you, cover you hurt
[verse 5: afourteen]
(yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah)
i got a temper to blow
i got a temper to blow
why you still hatin’? you fat and you broke
you tend to do this, you ain’t doin’ the most
h+lla actin’ stupid when you talk for the bros
somebody go pass him some toast
i’m feelin’ the hate spewin’ outta my throat
there’s not more to go do when i’m losing control
hate radiate from my skull
pull the trigger
marchin’ around wit a pole, like militia
why you actin’ so crazy? blow it out proportion
we don’t give a f+ck about just what the wh0re did
check yourself
runnin’ ’round windows, down finna wreck yourself
i’m spittin’ hate off teh dome
finna cut him some slack
he don’t know who he barkin’ at
better learn to run fast when the dogs attack
f+ck a respirator, give him a heart attack
oh, they fed him too much, now he talkin’ out his ass
run it, run it back
run it, run it back
[verse 6: blckk]
i cause a problem and that’s ’cause i wanna
shut the f+ck up, i’ma shoot up nirvana
yeh, yeh, yeh
i want blood on f+cking everything
yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
where the f+ck ya f+cking bodies been? yeah
where the shots at? yeah
paint it all black
where the f+ck he ran now?
he dead now
p+ssy, where the f+ck the clips at?
empty ’em out
p+ssy, i’ma get my shirt back, and buy crack
just to flip a f+cking whole pound for more cash, yeah
[refrain: blckk]
i ain’t dead yet, but i could dream
motherf+cker, get the stage set, yeah
you still ain’t paid yet
i guess you missed me, p+ssy b+tch, i’m on my way, bet
i ain’t dead yet, but i could dream
motherf+cker, get the stage set, yeah
you still ain’t paid yet
i guess you missed me, p+ssy b+tch, i’m on my way, bet
[verse 7: afourteen]
i ain’t dead yet but i can breathe
mo’f+cka, get the same strap
in a green vest, you better shoot right in+between
just where my eyes at
you a funny fella
run down on my, i turn you b+tches to the h+llen keller
yeah, i’m so fed up
choppa rainin’ down bullets, you need an umbrella
so indecisive
run on the f+cker, better know i’ma fight him
think he big ’til i pounce on him
twenty bullets on me, puttin’ rounds in him
hit that boy straight clean with the pound syndrome
thirty bodies on me, go and drown wit ’em
i can’t make this sh+t up
twenty clips and my bullets
they hollow, have fun
man, i’ll give you the time taht it takes to go put on my mask to go run
when they see all the red in my eyes
yeah, they know it’s a massacre, son
man, i did what i had to go do to get done now
you gon’ sit, you don’t b+tch or you gon’ hear that gun sound
so he snitch, he a b+tch like 6ix9ine
he get f+cked now
on his sh+t, he be like, “well, too bad, never heard that”
put his t++th on teh ground, stomp him out ’cause he dumb whack
everything that he tryin’ to do, b+tch, i done that, agh
[chorus: lil darkie with afourteen]
i might rip your face off your skull lil’ n+gga (agh)
it ain’t sh+t to get you f+cked up
if he actin’ like a female
so he bail, not i
and if i see you in the street, well go fade b+tch, waddup
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
the sky’s closin’ up (yeah, that’s what i say)
f+ck you and f+ck everyone you love
you get stomped out by a whole crew
finna stomp you, take that n+gga
hit you in the face, that n+gga
i just got a face tat, n+gga
bet you can’t evade that, n+gga
are you gonna fight back, n+gga?
why you gotta say that, n+gga?
i see your family, leave ’em in dirt
i’ll put your homie in front of my shirt
i keep on top of you, cover you hurt
[outro: afourteen, lil darkie, bruhmanegod & jasiah]
ah, hahaha
yeah, uh, yeah
blood?
blood inside me bum
my f+cking chest is on fire
i’m sorry but, uh, there seems to be, ay uh, blood inside your bum
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