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wulf, the despicable - what is evil? lyrics

(verse 1)
my name is —-, b-tch
i’m here to blow your house down
cut your body up
and hide the pieces in the ground
and drain a pint of blood
into that mother f-cking dixie cup
and force six sl-ts
to drink ab neg like “bottoms up”
what the f-ck?
this f-ckers going nuts
and now he’s choking news reporters
’till they flash the public musty c-nts
what the friggen sh-t
this f-ckers overdoing it
come on, give the woman back
her fingers, toes and nose and sh-t
i turned this b-tch into
helen keller’s second coming
give me half a second and a paring knife
i’ll think of something else to do
who else to screw
and whos up next for torture
my vote is cast for hillary
and c-nts that go support her
and any mother f-cker calling
human rights important
is on deck for riding d-ck
until your p-ssys split in four
so come and talk some sh-t
i’m the big bad wolf
and i’ma skip p-ssed the carving
cuz your body whole i will engulf

(verse 2)
this sasquatch is back in here
to f-ck your tinderboxes up
your legos and kineks are left
but sh-t, your sister’s in the trunk
good luck finding me
i disappear at once and now
this b-tch is like the seventh victim
i’ve abducted this month
shut up c-nt
i got a f-cking dump truck
of bodies that i need to dump and hide
you h-m- dumb f-ck
step aside
or get your -ss f-cked up worse
than rihanna when her boyfriend
got a fist of sh-tty haircut
say what? nah
i truly never give a f-ck
i showed up to my father’s funeral
with some 40’s f-cking drunk
and high as sh-t on vicodin
writing all my rhymes in pen
i found up in the glove compartment
of his volkswagen
and p-ssed up on his f-cking grave
the f-ck i say?
i’m going out my f-cking mind, but sh-t
i guess i f-cking feel this way
i’m just a villain who gets
feelings in his nuts
when ladies show their b-tts
or anybody says the words “f-ck” or “c-nt”
i f-ck a c-nt and leave my
f-cking d-ck up in her
while i bust a fat nut but i ain’t
looking for a child
so i wait a couple month’s
and fist the b-tch’s uterus
and eat the f-cking fetus up for lunch
and clean the mess up
with a tissue
you got a f-cking issue?
b-tch i’m here to f-cking diss you
and open palm slap the silly
living sh-t right out of you
and jerk my d-ck off
in your f-cking open chest cavity, ooh
so maybe next time
don’t f-ck with players stronger than you
maybe next time
you’ll let me put my b-lls in it too
those salty dogs ain’t all that
ballers put in jaws, so it’s cool
and i don’t really give like
half a sh-tty wipe what you do
so call the po-po, an ambulance
a counselor and a fireman too
cuz you be chillin with me
but i’m be up in you
whether you like it or not
i know the truth is you do
the f-ck you running for?
the grave ain’t gon be distant for you
so if you’re f-cking ’round, b-tch
taste the points of my clip
taste a verse of my sh-t
taste the tip of my d-ck
the f-ck you trying to do, man
you running?
good, i guess we’re taking a trip
let’s f-cking split

- wulf the despicable lyrics

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