srs_odyssey - pickle rick type beat lyrics
(intro)
just hit a b#tton morty, give me a beat
oh man, ok, alright, um
yuh, yuh, turned myself into a pickle
(verse 1 : srs_odyssey)
can’t stand these hoes call joe swanson, b#tch i’m fortnite
a dentist, cuz i’m flossin that’s a loss and
moss man call me call me carson
bars are so fire b#tch charge me with arson
gotchu in the scope, imma pope
but i’m dope pullin b#tches
call me a dope pope rope clean as soap
i be smokin dope, headed ’round the globe
imma put a f#ckin bullet through your frontal lobe
imma tortoise you’re a hare
kiss my derriere welcome to my lair
its time to share, grab a chair
i’ll be fair i don’t care
kiss my ass if you dare
i’m fast and the furious, call me george cuz i’m curious
i may be h2o but i’m not delirious
i’m just a lyricist
writin bars while watchin p#rn but i ain’t bicurious
my heart broken so i put it in rice
lookin nice piped her twice maybe i piped her thrice
jesus christ
fat ass possessed by a f#ckin demon b#tch, you need some f#ckin exercise
she a basket case so i call that hoe green day
a mean way, she pay, maybe we can indulge ourselves in a threeway
not in a teen way i mean tear your f#ckin spleen way
(chorus)
turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(i’m pickle rick)
got that b#tch freakin out cuz you know she love the d#ck
(alien d#ck or something)
my rhymes got corona cuz they f#ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
b#tch you look like an egg call you robotnik
(and his name is john cena)
(verse 2 : valentine)
tear your spleen, break your knees mortal combat
that thing’s so made up like a wombat
all over the place call me tracer
i’m the card up the sleeve, magic trick, call me sir
(chorus)
turned myself into a pickle call me pickle rick
(i’m pickle rick)
got that b#tch freakin out cuz you know she love the d#ck
(alien d#ck or something)
my rhymes got corona cuz they f#ckin sick
(9/11 was an inside job)
b#tch you look like an egg call you robotnik
(and his name is john cena)
(outro : srs_odyssey and valentine)
pickle rick, pickle rick, pickle rick
hoes jumpin on my d#ck
talkin sh#t, talkin sh#t, talkin sh#t
man you better run that sh#t
he turned himself into a pickle
my d#ck as sharp as a sickle
pickle rick, pickle rick, holy sh#t
cleanup on aisle 3
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