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tymmi – both of’em lyrics

hey, b-st-rds, listen to me when i spit
lyrics comin’ fresher than a d-mn shaved private
greatness, i’m eatin’ six crackers in a minute
when it comes to yo girls p-ssy, you know i am in it
i get her hotter than a male model shirtless
you can call me blue collar, cuz i know how to work this
i’m winning this rap game, you can call it charlie sheen
beat goes hard, like a d-ck behind a mack screen
think about that, b-tch. you know what i mean
you’re momma sure knows, she’s hotter than a fever
and she’s chewing on my wood, like a god d-mn beaver
racing optomotrist, player you know eye go
flow is so pro, bro; mayo or carmelo
b-tch envy me, got the f-cking ability
to murk and disembody any mc like oj or anthony
i hope you’re a f-cking fizzishing, cuz i’m puking, illing
you better drive a f-cking herse, i’m just k!lling
any punk–ss fool like a motherf-cking villing
you know i get it in the morning like jay cloe
and if the b-tch p-ssy’s too loose, stick it in the -ssh0l-
i’m but a novice in this game, making lots of zeros
f-ck odd future, they’re a bunch of f-cking weirdos
but i must admit, tyler is my f-cking hero
i k!ll more rappers on the motherf-cking mike
than hitler used showers, to k!ll those f-cking kykes
and f-ck marshall mathers, just a blackened white guy
i have a girthy p-n-s, and yours is skinny like a ch-nk eye
bithces hunting for my d-ck, like they’re f-cking captain ahab
if they find it, i’ll blow their brains out like an arab
b-tches might think i have emotion or that i give two f-cks
must of got their testy liscense, driving me nuts
think i want a girlfriend, it’s bust on’er chest or bust
and if we get down, we’ll get dirtier than mike rowe
but since i f-ck the best, i gotta f-ck a nice ho

i don’t f-ck around with pot, that sh-t’s h0m-s-xual
get drunk and go to cl-ss, makes you intellectual
i think i said it already, i’m with your girl getting s-xual
told my friends that i’m a satan fan, feeling isn’t mutual
i don’t know what i’m rapping for, can’t be sh-t for sh-t
no, f-ck me, i’mma be a success, i’mma be a hit
man i blow, no i f-cking won’t, i f-cking sick duck
don’t even look the part, i’mma oar sigh, ugly as f-ck
douche-b-tch, i don’t even talk right, god awful grammar
and i wanna be an artist, i stutter and i stammer
shut up me! where’s my god d-mn medication at?
marshall, tyler, aaron would think you’re f-cking cr-p
those f-ggots are unnormal…i’m a cat

choking chicken in my room, almost ripped my c-ck off
in denial, think my careers about to take a lift off
f-ck school, it’s bullsh-t, my teachers can all p-ss off
saying i want education’s like saying im not bipolar
i just envision my w-ng rubbin on a cl-ssmates moler
i’mma go to hollywood, be a star, call me f-cking solar
think i might sell my soul to the f-cking devil
gotta reach h-ll somehow, get a f-cking shovel
in fact, i think i might replace that d-mn satan pr-ck
bless every kid with a dad like mine, a f-cking alchoholic
mom walked in on me writing this, she doesn’t understand
i just wish i could f-ck someone other than mrs. left-hand
wanna find a real chick, stuff my fruit into her blender
creepy note cards and naked pics i’ll probably send her
serial rapist, catch me in the pantry f-cking corn flakes
big d-mn jew nose, crawl into the oven as my family bakes
take too many pills, drink some syrup for my coughin
i’ll just f-ckin go out, tim can buy a f-ckin coffin

- tymmi lyrics

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