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sunny thunder – pink sushi lyrics

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yo, yo
you are chilling with the one and only sunny thunder motherfucker

break it down for me like a b-boy on cardboard
i am rap captain , port side and thats starboard
lightsaber swinging like we jumped out of star wars
i am so fly i don’t need a fucking p-ssport
rap 101 im the freaking master this is a freaking crash course
playing crash bandicoot and chilling on the couch
sipping slurpees with a bunch of cuties
tryin to give em mouth to mouth

i wanna get some coodies
so i’m touching on her booty
while we b-mping to the music and we poppin on some lucy
trying to get some pink sushi from a japanese cutie
whilei’m trying to get high im your afro samurai
so high i got a late night flight that’s red eye
drugs playing tricks with my mind like a jedi
step on stage break a leg and a ligament
im so bright like a tungsten filament
they call me the butcher cuz i be k!lling it
like dexter, yes sir
imma a freaky weird dude like uncle fester
the new fresh prince dressed in purple polyester
fucking with the playboy bunnies like it is easter
lifting up her skirt don’t be scared
tell me what are words worth
when life give me lemons
i make pink lemonade and choco-chip cookies
b-tch i ain’t no rookie
i did it for the nookie
you b-tches getting uglier than snooki
fucking on a wookie
imma a rap beat bully
dressed in a all black hoodie
b-tches play footsie
on a roll like tootsie
imma play hooky
better yet some hockey
slap the puck up
yup i’m hella c-cky
back the fuck up
we gotta go back to the future
macing on chicks
while i’m cruising around
on my razor scooter
look at the tits on my tutor
i think she works part time at hooters
take it to the head
now chase it with a shooter
stays mom has got it going on and i know its wrong
but imma hit her with my big long indian dong
imma fight this round till sound of the gong
while i sit back relax and listen to rap songs
i’m taking rip from the bong
sleepin on the lawn
drinking martinis like i’m james fucking bond
im on fire, flame on flame on
mario cart on play station
shaun of the dead
b-tch go on and give me head
make me a sandwich with some french bread
mixed with some cold cuts and some cheese spread
haters can eat a d-ck n drop dead
my girl drop dead
gorgeous, get her flowers from the fucking florist
pedal to the metal imma floor it
imma keep running like forest better yet a taurus
beast on the mic i keep roaring
a rapper that is foreign
this rap ain’t got no fucking chorus



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