Eating the p#ss# like some chicken alfre-do
Dont talk about my moms yo
I ain’t mrs Doja but you do what i Say-So
Born and raised in Oklahoma b#tch i am the Tornado
That struck down yo house and ripped yo baby out
I took off her blouse and then b#tch we made out
Bridge is 16 feet and 1 inches tall
If my racks was a truck they wouldn’t fit at all
And even though that fact
Only got one chain i didn’t throw half a rack at
b#tch im hardly fourteen barely entered double digits
And my rhymes is better than if you had a ghost writer
Yeah i know that didn’t rhyme, that was the purpose of it
Id much rather shuck and jive then get bunches with bradys in it
Feel the b#tch a witch and if i find out i will kill her
Meet her dad and stabbed thе fag i let him feel my cancer
b#tch, pop culture rеference, many spades b#tch i am Lancer
Made so many people cry woulda thought i was That Dragon Cancer
Y’all b#tches bluffin, ain’t bangin, ain’t shootin
I got you runnin, you trippin, you fallin
b#tch you a faggot, yeah you Joesph Stalin
Kill all yo people, yeah p#ss# No Russian
Shooting me then shouting “didn’t affect him”
b#tch from wendy’s spelt my name like “Mr. Decklyn”
Either way, all caps when you spell my name
f#ck, haha
YESSIR! YESSIR!
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