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trotter & lunchbox - shimha lyrics

[acoustic verse]
tyler “coach” bird was our founder
his policies timid, our nation floundered
he couldn’t stop changing the name you see
so we usurped him and landed on quite the king

trotter for life, and trotter for all
he saved you from strife, so suck trotter’s b-lls
i’m trotter, i’m trotter, i’m g-y i’m g-y, i’m trotter
i’m floating in the water, like some kind of otter
so don’t feed me fodder, i’m not a cow, just look at me now

i’m a guy with priorities, i’m the only majority
you’re all beneath me, just try and impeach me
and if you beseech me, to resignate, i’ll designate
chris smidge as your leader, and then where would you be, huh!

[metal verse]
little babies, on baby bikes, riding in the street
guess what little babies?

it’s dangerous to ride your bike in the street
especially when you’re a regular baby
regular baby, regular baby, report for duty

reporting in, regular baby here

[reggae verse]
deepsh-t deepvis, bhavdeep don’t exist, no more
bear party, midget marty
those sliders made me extra farty

take your vote on the hottest one
i like her derp face, but i love her buns
you guys like gaggy, i’m not a fan
but vote for them all because you can

at the movies, feeling groovies
i hope i can fart on cue-vies
elevator, lots of neighbors
holy f-ck is that ralph nader?

guys, we should make a vid
nah, to the mall, trigg da kidd
cracked out b-tch, looking thick
c0ke, like straight off a d-ck

locker meat, pretty meat
making mischief from our seats
up the stairs, go the bears
but going first none of them dare

shimminy-ha, shimminy-himminy, himminy-ha
shimminy-ha-ha

[power rock verse]
it’s tummins on recorder
we’re farting in borders
no yelling in the dark
that’s a tall f-cking order

watching pr-n, volume on
next thing you know, it’s mike’s mom
i’m naked in bj’s bas-m-nt
dad comes down, how can i face this?

with all my friends, bear life to the very end
bunch of d-cks i cannot mend
what other rights can i upend?

me and pumpkin are together
two birds of a floppy feather
or just two f-gs of a foreskin
of the bears, a minor portion

call of duty, gta
now we know that liam’s g-y
happy black guys dot com
fappy fap, i think i just hungh

[country verse]
oh remember back when we were younguns?
sure do
heh, things were simpler back then wasn’t they?
yuh-huh
mm i’m here to tell you a story
oh?
it’s about the good ol’ days, back when things were simpler
oh slim pickins’, slim pickins’

grandpa’s my name and fishing’s my game
hunting’s what i live for, and you should be the same
breeze on your skin, in your 4×4 tractor, boy
crack out the jim, cause i just got a new goat

[mid-song mic check]
check, ch-check
uh, check
uh, chips, check. chips
ch-oh f-ck me
uh-check
f-ck, f-ck, d-ck
chips
check. check
what’s your favorite kind of chip, what’s your favorite kind of chip?
check, uh check one two, check
check, check, check
check three, four
yogurt, danimals, chips!
check, check
worm’s of the earth
fire!
chips, chips
pickle chips, pickle chips, check
honey dips, or honey badgers?

i love scammin’ on ladies
dude, i was at the beach the other day, so surf brah
bro, i had like nine ladies scammin, i was scammin’ on nine ladies to have my d-ck
no way dude, the surf was mad, it was gnarly

[pop punk verse]
in mark’s locker, lots of meats
miss szfarcyk’s big pet peeve
unrelenting bullying
poor defenseless young marky

in my b-tthole someone’s thumb
we call it b-tthole invaders
i think i just might c-m
these t-tters are the f-cking taters

say “nice.”

sing a song in joy and glee
there’s not a post i haven’t seen
i’m laughing, farting, and c-mming like a f-cking fiend
sing it loud for troybearries

so sing, sing because we’re free
sing for memories
sing for mother troybearries

so sing, sing because we’re free
sing for memories
and sing for mother troybearries

and sing for your king too

[acoustic outro]
well, goodbye
yup, see you later
yup, you heard right, that’s all. you gotta get out of here
we’re fresh out of l1cks, and fresh out of tunes
you just gotta get the h-ll out, we’re done with this song
this song is dang ol’ over you idiot
it’s over, get out!
we don’t want you here no more, stop listening
see shim-door over ha, f-ck off!

shimha

- trotter lunchbox lyrics

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