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wwa - live from the slaughterhouse lyrics

uh
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uh, uh, uh, yea
gus bus straight v8 diesel
i use your girlfriend’s t-ts as a motherf-cking easel
and my d-ck’s my brush
you better just hush
i got a d-ck bigger than big black maurice
another concussion and your memory will be poorer than greece
suck aaron rogers so much i think you want his d-ck
i can knock you out with my fist or my knee, take your pick
need a taser to fight me, why not your fists?
i locked you down when i was guard, zero block on that blitz
i strike more fear than isis in the middle east
you look like a lamb, where’s mary and her fleece?
i get so much p-ssy call me a putang diver
you don’t get sh-t, ocky like a holocaust survivor
any bars you can up with are sure to be a miss
gonna handle you like jason fill your sh-t up with p-ss
gonna get married to your girl i’ll let you be the best man
low iq, what do you expect from a jets fan?
gus bus is a pain express, i will never yield
laying you out, on the mic and on the field
i may get jumped but atleast my sister isn’t dead
you’re my b-tch, i’m your pimp, i’ll take you upside the head
how’s your grades in school? you ain’t going to yale
whitestone will eat you up, fresh meat from auburndale
when it comes to ball i’m a young kareem
your tackling is worse than jason’s fantasy team
one day you’ll come repent and say sorry for i have sinned, now get the f-ck home, your gr-ss has been trimmed!

- wwa lyrics

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