You’re a f#ckin’ ugly b#tch
I wanna stab you to death
Then play around with your blood
Pink p#ss# cat
‘Bout to meet my f#cking gat
I could take you in the streets
Or I could kill while you nap
I been doin’ how I do it
b#tch, you can’t even rap
I’m front and center on the stage
I put your #ss up in the back
One little, two little, p#ss#, you got nine lives
Boosted in my Chevy, I could show you how my dogs ride
You a faker, a joker, a f#cking wussy
You could call me DB Cooper
‘Cause b#tch ya ain’t never touch me
Dirty b#tch, ya house plant
Never watered, let ’em wilt
You ain’t no kitty cat
Ya kill yourself by drinking milk
Garfield just called
He said he wants his swagger back
Reddit just called
They said they want old Nyanners back
I’ma do this blindfolded
b#tch, it ain’t hard to beat you
When did f#cking rappers start hanging out with Lilypichu?
I could put you in the meta, I’m better
You cheddar, b#tch, I’m feta
By the time you get up, I’m fed up
So try to keep your head up
I’m playing rocket launchers
b#tch, you playing slappers only
Oops, I think the cartridge broke
So you can come and try to blow me
I come in quick, I got the KDR to make you dip
I’d give ya #ss the sticks
But we don’t even keep it plugged in
Poopoo head, poopoo head
Nyan a poopoo head, a poopoo head
Poopoo head, Nyan a poopoo head
Eatin’ poop for dinner, poopoo head
Poopoo head, poopoo head
Poopoo head, Nyan a poopoo head
Poopoo head, Nyan a poopoo head
Eatin’ poop for dinner, poopoo head
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