“Honestly I would f#ck the sh#t outta the queen”
“What the f#ck?”
It’s Randy Bullet, Randy Bullet
Got the b#tches lined up in his back pocket
Loves chocolate, oh wait
Licks it off himself cause he doesn’t have a date
“Excuse me?”
Excuse me, handcuffed don’t shoot
Runaway and it’ll end with a shotgun and a lawsuit
Listen listen, sbs gunsight
f#cked up his mind, his hair, and got a lazy eye
What’s the point of a stash house if you’ve got no keys
C’mon really?
Resurrected the dodo bird now he’s f#cking the queen
Douchebag, cheapass
Don’t bothеr, he’s out of your class
Remembеr the name Randy Bullet, OG Chang Gang
“Up yours b#tch”
Up yours, just roll with the punches (roll with the punches)
Mess with him, too late, you’re f#cked, you’re done
Have a good one, but.. sh#t
What the f#ck’s a Utah
Two words: Oi Bruv
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