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your momma b - my are fire lyrics

cadillac sevilles, coupe devilles
brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
girl i’m too for real
lose your tooth and nails
try to fight it, try to deny it
stupid you will feel
what i do, i do it well
shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to k!ll
half a breath left on my death bed
screaming, “f that!” yeah super ill
baby what the deal
we can chill, split half a pill and a happy meal
f-ck a steak sl-t
i cut my toes off and step on the receipt before i foot the bill
listen garden tool don’t make me introduce you to my power tool
you know the f-cking drill
how you douche bags feel knowing you’re disposable?
summer’s eve m-ssengill
shady’s got the m-ss appeal baby crank the sh-t
cause it’s your godd-mn jam
you say that you want your punchlines a little more compact
well shawty i’m that man
these other cats ain’t metaphorically where i’m at man
i gave bruce wayne a valium and said
settle ya f-cking -ss down i’m ready for combat, man
get it calm batman?
nah, ain’t n0body whose as bomb and as nuts
lines are like mom’s cat scans
cause they f-cking go bananas
honey i applaud that -ss
swear to god, man, these broads can’t dance
ma, show ‘em how it’s done
spazz like a god d-mn tas, yeah

girl, shake that -ss like a donkey with parkinson’s
make like michael j fox in the drawers playin’ with a etch-a-sketch
bet you that you’ll never guess who’s knocking at your door
people hit the floors
yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced
girl forget remorse, i’ma hit you broads with
chris’s force like you p-ssed him off
talented with the tongue motherf-cker
you ain’t gotta l!ck in yours
hittin’ l!cks like i’m robbin’ liquor stores
makin’ cash registers sh-t their draws
think you spit the rawest
i’m an uncooked slab of beef
laying on your kitchen floor
in other words i’m off the meat rack
bring the beat back
bring me two extension chords
i’mma measure my d-ck sh-t i need 6 inches more
f-ck my d-cks big b-tch
need i remind you that i don’t need the f-cking swine flu to be a sick pig?
you’re addicted i’m dope
i’m the longest needle around here
need a fix up i’m the big shot
get it d-cks snots
you’re just small boats little pr-cks
girl you think that other pr-ck’s hot
i’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
‘fore i sit back and let ‘em get hot
better call the cops on ‘em quick fast
shady’s right back on your b-tch -ss
white trash with a half a six pack in his hatchback
trailer hitch attached to the back (dispatch)

b-tch, am i the reason that your boyfriend stopped rapping?
does a bird chirp? lil’ wayne slurps syrup til he burps
and smokes purp
does a word search gets circles wrapped around it like you do when i come through?
i’d like you to remind yourself
of what the f-ck i can do when i’m on the mic
or you’re the kind of girl that i can take a liking to
psych i’m spiking you like a football
been this way since i’ve stood a foot tall
you’re a good catch with a sh-tty spouse
got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
gimme good brain
watch the wood grain, don’t want no c-m stain
b-tch, you listening? tryna’ turn me down
sl-t, i’m talking to you, turn me back up
are you insane tryna talk over me in the car
shut the f-ck up while my sh-t’s playin’
i’ma sh-t stain on the underwear of life
what’s the saying? where there’s thunder there’s lightning
and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place
then how the f-ck have i been hit six times
in three different locations
on four separate occasions?
and you can bet your stinking -ss
that i’ve come to smash everything in my path
fork was in the road took the psychopath
poison ivy wouldn’t have me thinking rash
so hit the dance floor cutie while i do my duty on this microphone
shake your booty shawty i’m the sh-t
why you think proof used to call me doody?

- your momma b lyrics

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